I told you my basement was gross. Yes, that's a shower and it's just hanging out in the open on one of the walls in the basement. In fact it was the only shower in this house until my husband had one put in the upstairs bathroom for my birthday awhile after we moved into the house. The broom is part of the shower because once you were done showering you had to sweep the water to the drain in the center of the basement floor. Ah, the memories. The thing that baffles my mind is that my husband's grandparents and his mom and his aunt used this shower for as long as they lived here. Yuck! Oh, and the windows down there are neither covered or foggy. You can see right into that basement from outside.
This I found in my grandmother's sewing table. It appears to never have been used. I think it's cute. I googled it and you can buy a more modern version still but they don't appear to be very popular little machines. It seems like it'd be difficult to hold or at least that it would give you a hand cramp. I'm going to see if it works and give it a whirl though. Hey, I don't call these basement adventures for nothing.
That ends today's basement adventures. Thanks for stopping by!