Ballin' and Bowlin'
So... I went bowling this weekend with my very own (borrowed) bowling ball and vintage tooled leather bowling ball bag...
It all started when I went to see Melanie at Modify and to drop off some clothes to consign. We chatted about the usual stuff; vintage clothes and weekend plans and as I headed out of the door an hour and a half later, she urged me to borrow this amazing vintage bowling bag for family bowling (I say family bowling like we go all the time, we don't. This is the first time.) the next day.
I assume the lady who had this sweet bowling set before was named Betty as both the ball and the bag are engraved as such. But for me, Betty just became the name of the ball. And to be honest, having Betty around was stressful because she didn't improve my game at all, she got stuck up in the back dregs of the alley (twice!) and one time she just disappeared! My sister-in-law found her back after a bowling alley employee had taken her when he attempted to redistribute some balls (stop giggling, what are you, 12?).
Terrible scores and near ball losses aside, I was happy to borrow this beautiful set. I felt like I had swagger. I felt like Justin Bieber did when he finally grew some peach fuzz on his upper lip.
I was, literally, balling.