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Ethel at her perch |
'Terez?!' you exclaim. 'Where did you get that fantastic blog banner?'
Well, settle down. I'll get to that. But first I want to introduce you to someone: Ethel, the proprietress of the blast-from-the-past-time-warp-spectacular: Irvings's Toy & Card Shop.
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Irving's on Harvard in Brookline |
Ethel Weiss, 95 (!), is a Brookline treasure. She has been running her toy and gift shop for over 70 years. Yes, 7-0. Seven decades. Not much has changed here. The penny candy is now 10, 15 and 25 cents, but that's about it.
Ethel employs just one: herself, and she doesn't take credit cards. Her cash register has punch buttons and makes a satisfying whirl-click-ring as she tallies your purchases.
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Staff of one at the register |
You can barely make out the numbers but my last spree at Irving's (named for her late first husband who opened the store with her in 1939) set me back a whopping $15.62. Ethel remembered me from last week when I came in to purchase two packs of gold foiled, gummed 1/2 inch letters.
If you've seen the packaging for my shop, you know I adore gold.
I found the letters in a dusty cardboard box/treasure trove. The letters were $1.99 a set, plus tax.
You know when you pick up something and realize you may never get a chance to restock it? I kept thinking about the letters. And the card shop. And the cute little red foil hearts I left behind. I realized: another trip was in order:
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Gummed foil hearts, letters, stars |
Two more packs of letters, two packs of hearts, three packs of 2" gummed foil silver stars and one pack of six-vintage die-cut red arrows, one conversation, five photos and $15.62 later, I was in business.
I dug around in the box of letters until I spelled out C-H-E-Z--T-E-R-E-Z. A few photos later, sprinkled with some magic performed by
TheKimKitch's KRR via Photoshop and we had it:
Ta da!
I love it. Don't you love it? I love opening up the blog and seeing the letters gleaming back at me. Big! Bold! Brassy! Classy!
Back to Ethel. I purchased all of her letters. "Do you want me to get you some more?" she asked. "I would," I said, "but where on earth can you still find those?"
"Oh I know someone who deals in vintage office supplies," she said. "He sells his late father's store's inventory. We go back 70 years."
XO Terez