Disco inferno.
Posted: October 28, 2006 Filed under: Uncategorized 9 Comments »
I love shopping at thrift shops. Maybe it’s the hunt. I don’t know, but give me a good junk shop or Salvation Army or flea market (not the wholesale lot kind!) and I’m a happy camper.
Some of my very favorite things were bought on the cheap. Mod candlesticks from the 60′s, a funky pendant, silver hoop earrings ($1!), some great dresses…. But one of the big hits was this disco ball. It’s not full sized; it’s only 6″ or so in diameter. It was 50 cents, and I brought it home for the kids. I hung it from the ceiling fan in one of the bedrooms and waited for them to find it. A couple days later (what?) they saw it and were awe-struck. Wow, Mom, you’re the greatest! is what I heard. Shucks.
So there it hung for a while – maybe 6 months. And then one day, the boys had friends over. One kid got on the top bunk, grabbed the disco ball and pulled. The string disengaged, the ball fell. Beyond repair, in my estimation, I put it in the trashcan.
Days later, I found it back in the boys’ room, in a basket.
The other night, I had the boys go through their rooms, try on all their clothes so I could pass some down, and take the toys that crept up there put back in the basement playroom. After sorting through the piles, I once again was faced with the disco ball.
Having grown wiser with time, I threw it away in my bathroom trashcan – out of sight of the boys who have their own bathroom. (Not a pretty site, I might add. Three boys in one bathroom? Ugh. But that’s a post for another day….)
I had a cleaning crew come the other day. And what did I find after they left?
The disco ball on a shelf.
I suppose it’s meant to be.
Wendy, I’m sitting here just cracking up. “The disco ball that wouldn’t leave”…that is just hysterical. Where’s John Travolta when you need him?
We have the same jr. discon ball, Nena loves it.
Music loud and women warm.
I’ve been kicked around since I was born.
And now it’s all right, it’s O.K.
And you may look the other way.
…Feel the city breakin’
And ev’rybody shakin’
And we’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin’ alive.
Stayin’ alive.
CM – the 80s will never die….
Steve – It seems we are living in parallel universes… Do you know I never knew the words to that song? And I saw the movie about a thousand times! (but never bought the album…)
What a great story! I love thrift shops!
Cxx
Hilarious. I like to believe the disco ball jumped out of the trash by itself, and went back to the shelf.
actually, i love flea market shopping. once i found a globe, it’s been my fave treasure ever. 6 marks from the street in hannover.
i love thrifting too! i’ve often said, “even if i was a millionaire, i’d still go to thrift stores.” they’re so much fun, and you definitely find great stuff.
as for the disco ball, if you REALLY want to rid yourself of it, throw it out in a public dumpster. otherwise, just do the hustle and keep it.
I didn’t KNOW there were words.
Blah blah blah la la la, stayin alive, stayin alive.
State of mississippi and everyone’s a hippie, stayin alive, stayin alive.
repeat ad nauseum…
It’s the Disco Ball That Wouldn’t Leave!!