I found her at a local yard sale. I spotted her from my car as I drove up in front of the house. You see it’s very windy here on the Oregon Coast so her leg and fan were really rocking. Swinging in the breeze. What a wonderful sight. I might have missed her if she had been inside of a garage but she was right there on a table in the front yard.
She has no markings of any kind on her. I’m not sure of her age. 50’s? 60’s? 70’s made to look retro? Took me a little while to figure out that she was an ashtray. I bought her from a Grandmother that deemed her to risqu√© to be out on the coffee table in front of her grand children. Too bad really. If my grandma had one of these it would have only endeared her even more to me.
Sine today was her big “pin-up” debut I thought it would be fun to see how she looked with a burning cigarette inside of her. Since I had no such thing, a stick of incense was used for demonstration purposes. Not bad, eh? Normally she sits right next to the front door. I always hope as the door opens that a breeze sneaks in and makes her do her thing. She’s a tiny warning to visitors that there’s a good chance that my house could possibly be “different” from theirs.