She’s Good With Tools

Collections can be
a wonderful thing…

Even when
they run you
out of house
and garage
for storage space.

It’s one of those
weird manias
that never really
goes away —

— in the back
of your head,
you’ve always
got that
collectible that
might just
complete things,

and make you
feel like you’re
all done
searchin’
and collectin’ –

but
naaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaah —

— it’ll never happen.

I saw a nice card in
this set the other day –

and knowing I had
several of them already-

I spent the rest
of the semi-annual
card and stamp show
looking for the ones
I still didn’t have.

As luck
would have it-

no,

I didn’t find them.

Although some very
nice pin-up style
Mutoscope cards
also made my
acquaintance…..

So,
anyhoo:

I filled in today’s set
with ones from online.

That inter-webs thing
can really be magic
(occasionally) .

The set dates
from the
very early 1900’s –
(1910)

— when female carpenters
were about as rare as
talking ducks without
speech impediments.

I dunno–
you just might want
to give that one
a minute.

Yep…
Another sixty seconds
you’ll never get back.

Ahem.

As I was sayin –

They show various
trades-hotties getting
busy with their tools.

I love a little glimpse
of stocking when I’m
in the workshop,

— who doesn’t?

And where would we be-
-I ask you –
without the cute-sie pie
flirtatious captions
to go with them ?

I love a good pun,
anyway.

They’re pure vintage,
pure harmless fun
from another age.

Despite having the
fore-knowledge that
I’m going to get raving
emails about how
women plumbers,
mechanics, tanners,
tailors, coopers, and
machinists are getting a
raw deal by being portrayed
in such a ham-handed
sexist, misogynist
manner –

— even if the cards are
over a hundred years old.

To which,
I will give the
fore-answer as :

Bullshit.

Now, it’s a big set,
and,
since it’s Christmas,
I didn’t want to be a
Grinch about it and
cut them into two or
three posts, cause I
especially hate that
when people do
that with gifts.

Consequently,
the jibber-jabber
that usually represents
the ‘blog’ part of the
picture-blog concept
is a bit more jibbery
and jabbery on today’s
post than is standard,
and the reader may
well take comfort in the
fact that the writer’s
fucking hand is about
to fall off from all this
spurious word typing,
I can tell you.

Some day I’m really
going to have to learn
to type with more than
one finger, man.

Let me assure you
that,
just as soon —

I mean
at the very moment,
that each and every
one of these
wonderful pics
are safely ensconced
in the required
accompanying
puerile blurbage
that qualifies it as a
proper Muscleheaded
blog post,

you will be the first to
be spared any further
mindless tomfoolery.

Because
we take our
responsibi..

! HOY !
.