A Treasury Of… Minneapolis Fashion and Interior Design Blog

Not all lust-worthy leather goods decorated with golden digts have to break the bank.

I could easily imagine finding this zippy little zip-up pouch resting on a weathered table at Secret Service slapped with a price tag of $75.

But I plucked it off the shelves of a local thrift-store for just six dimes!

It’s mysterious, macho, and just deep enough to stuff my smallest video camera and its batteries snugly inside. It’s riding with me everywhere I roll from now on.

I had to take down a 1940s-era photograph of my German Grandmother to make room for this gun print in my first floor hallway.

Don’t worry, Grandma. I’ll find someplace better for you – I promise.

This handsome little handbook was loafing unceremoniously on my desk for about a year, so I figured I’d dust it off and share it.

A page I didn’t scan in presents the proper marching order for a (celebratory) Civilian Defense parade. Oh, the ceremony of it all.

I go ga-ga over any simple object imprinted with one simple word.

Words get strung and rushed together all day, every day – their individual power and poetry rarely felt to their fullest. Its almost spiritual to slow down and just stare at and whisper one little word and see what it makes you feel. The word ASP or CALIBER or PORCUPINE.

This black zippered wallet glistening with a golden REMEMBRANCE imprint in the upper corner is my most recent thrifted find. Every time I quietly read my wallet I feel wisdom, warmth and reverence.

There were some religious-themed stamps and scraps inside the wallet when I bought it. As a never-very-religious heathen I wondered if “Remembrance Wallets” were some traditional, holy staple I’d never heard of.

Sixty seconds of half-hearted Google and image searching didn’t bring up anything conclusive though. (Phew.) So no disrespect to anyone or any institution, but I’m going to continue to blindly believe my gilded REMEMBRANCE wallet has less to do with churches and martyred saints, and more to do with handsome war heroes or nostalgic newsmen of the 1950s.

(May heaven help me.)

 
1. Broken silver BUTCH cup.
 

2. ULTIMO typewriter ribbon tin.
 

3. Toddler-sized toy gun.