Records

I have decided that we need a record player. On Saturdays in the summer, when we don't have a project we're working on, or when we'd just like to get out of the house, we have started going garage-saling. At first I had to beg Eric to take me, but one week, after I had gone to a couple of estate sales by myself and returned with a few old books, he was suddenly less reticent to come. And then, his discovery of a book containing the inner-workings of train machinery (for 50 cents, mind you), caused him to recommend that we add our names to the estate sale email list. But what does this have to do with a record player, you ask? Well, one thing that estate sales have, without fail, are records. They're usually 25 cents, maybe a dollar, but they are always there. Currently, the only music we listen to is She & Him, and that is typically reserved for the short amount of time that I cook. The rest of the time….we listen to the dulcet tones of one another's voices. I think we need more music in our lives. Doesn't an evening sipping Moscow Mules on the back patio, listening to the crackle of the Statler Brothers serenading us from our new turntable, sound grand?

Clockwise from top left: 1. Turntable; 2. Outdoor Planter; 3. String Lights; 4. Outdoor Rocker; 5. The Beach Boys; 6. Throw (for chilly nights); 7. Copper Mug (essential for serving Moscow Mules)