Showing posts with label 57 Chevy stationwagon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 57 Chevy stationwagon. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

growing more beautiful with age

12A
I was so excited when Pete brought home a 1957 Chevy station wagon. He got it on a trade & has plans to sell it, but I'm hoping that we can keep it because it's just the perfect family car for our future life with puppies. Plus, it matches a good many of my outfits. Plus, I love old cars for their soul, their stories, their leg room.
13A
15A
this next car is not ours but I'm fond of its color, patina, and rust (and it matches my outfit, of course). I thought for sure that the house and the car were owned by the same people, but when I asked the lady of the house if I could take a photo next to her truck, she answered "go ahead, that's not my piece of shit truck; I wish it wouldn't park in front of my house all the time." I guess not everyone can see the enduring beauty of an old soul.
this is not my car
We drove the 57' to a hoe-down wedding this weekend, and Pete played the wedding march on his banjo & also a little bit of dueling banjo to entertain the guests. I was so proud of him; he's only been practicing for a few weeks.
pete & his banjo & our 57

our new 57 Chevy stationwagon
I sure do hope that Pete sells some of his other old cars so that we can keep this one. He is currently selling a 1928 Model A and a 1958 Apache truck (just like the one in the photos above but Pete's is done up real nice - show quality). Email me if you're interested.

Yes, I get attached to my cars, but none so much as with an old car. When my first car, a 1960 Ford Falcon, died, I cried & cried and wrote a ballad for her:

Oh my Falcon, my sweet babe,
they have sent you to your grave;
this modern world don't have no room for you.

Harley Riders raised their thumbs
to the rambling hunk of love, and
everyone wanted to buy you
for a thousand dollars.

We rode by the mirrored tower,
two imperfect souls rode on together,
how I'm gonna miss you
baby blue and primer

nearly twice I almost died and
I'm really glad to be alive
but I'm sorry I
couldn't guarantee your survival.


Outfit # 1: 50s shorts (Etsy), 80s cropped polka dot top; vintage Keds (thrifted)
Outfit # 2: 50s beaded dress (Flea Market for $10); bass oxfords (thrifted)
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