As mentioned previously, most of the things in our house are new. And most of them are from Ikea. We’re on a budget, mmkay?
We’ve been hitting etsy with a vengeance to try to get some more interesting vintage pieces in our house (a few are going up this weekend, hopefully!), but it’s nice to actually get things that belonged to family in the humble abode.
Enter, my new collection of drink stirrers. Swizzle sticks, if you don’t want to argue about how to spell “stirrers”. David wants me to type “stirs”. But we’re at an impass.
My late grandfather, my mom’s dad, was a purchasing agent in the time of “Mad Men.” Suits every day, attractive young secretaries, had to wear a hat places. That kind of stuff.
And he was either really obsessed with swizzle sticks, or thinking about interesting collections to leave his progeny, or kind of cheap and liked keeping these things for his own home bar. We’ll never know. But now I must have about a hundred of these things in my house.
Clearly, the ones with the novelty tchotskis at the top are the most photogenic, like Mr. Lobster up there.
Then, there are these kicky taglines:
But the real keepers are the glass ones that we found.
This epic black one is from The Ambassador. I doubt this was for the theatre of the same name, as there are too many swizzle sticks in the collection, and my grandpa wasn’t the musical theatre kind of guy.
Not sure if you can read this one, but it’s for The Roosevelt.
But I saved the best for last. This one is plastic, but it totally wins.