So apparently there is attic space above the garage. I thought there was only an attic on the second floor... I have only been living here for about two years. Guess what? There's treasure!
Okay, not really treasure. More like junk. What the hell is all this stuff?
Thanks husband for taking an awkward photo of me in the middle of talking. I need to take a better photo of me in these pants. They are red, polyester, bell bottom, and high waist-ed. They fit my natural waist and inseam PERFECT.
Reading material! The Happy Hooker... Hmm. These were in a box with children's books.
The one in the middle has HUGE BOOBS.
Art in plastic frames... Some of the pieces do have texture so we are going to do some research if they are real or not. (And worth anything)
Toys: I accidently ripped the ear off one getting it out of the box. Whoops.
This little guy was made in Japan. Cute little tushie!
Very cheap guitar with five strings.
Hard hat full of clothespins. Weird.
Ugliest lamp ever that is taller than me.
I like this table, but it is very flimsy. I'm afraid my cats will break it! The tennis bag I like, kinda. The front zipper is broken and it seems to say "Rod Lover" on the front. It even had tennis balls inside! They are orange.
This lamp is seriously ugly.
Gold plastic wall candle holders. The epitome of tacky.
Beauty School Certificates.
Leather case holding shaving gear. I like the case, I might try to put new clasps and a handle on it.
Shells glued together to make turtles.
That box actually contains what it says.
I think I like this clock. Not sure if it works.
Another box that contains what it says: a designer shower liner! Never been used.
There were a few more little items, all mostly junk as far as I'm concerned. Wish there were more clothes!