. . . rick-rack! I'm fixated on it and obsessed with it (and consequently have quite a lot of it). Even if it's in a gnarly snarl with thread, elastic, and seam binding, stuck to the bottom of a cigar box, I always buy it.
And "R" is also for ribbon. Everything I said above about rick-rack is also true for ribbon. And I have a LOT of it, also. Oh yeah. Grosgrain, sateen, jacquard, satin, Tyrolean--it's all good.
And radios--I have such nostalgia for how things sound on radio. I have a distinct and happy memory of being with my Grandpa as he listened to Cincinnati Reds games on the radio. The crack of the bat, the roar of the crowd--it's so much better to hear it than to see it, I think; I get a warm fuzzy feeling when I happen across a game on the car radio. I also remember lying in the sun or lounging in the pool while listening to AM Top 40 radio--to this very model, in fact. "Hooked on a Feelin'" or "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown," or "Brandy (You're a Fine Girl)," anyone?
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As a willing cohort on rick-rack hunts, I can attest: you can buy some rick rack. Perhaps you should consider opening the Museum of Rick Rack. I would go.
Oh Robin! I love that idea! S, I may love it better than Whatnot.
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