Congrats on this . . .
That’s a gorgeous dryer, and being gas it’s that much more desirable since many older homes aren’t set up for electric dryers. I think this console is prettier than the next design, even if I did grow up with that one!
Regarding the “little old lady from Pasadena”, a good friend of mine grew up in Pasadena, her father liked sports cars and in the mid ‘60s bought a new big-block Corvette. Chevy didn’t even offer a big block in the ‘Vette until mid ‘65 with the 396, which became a 427 (7 liters) the next year. For most buyers the 327 small block (5.3 liters) was more than enough power in a two-seat car. Her dad wanted the big block though and liked it so much he swapped it for a newer model big-block after a couple of years.
My friend got her license about then but was never allowed to drive the Corvette. Her brother was, but only with the father sitting next to him. Her mother never even asked. However, her grandmother, who was a tiny old lady, would come for dinner frequently and every once in awhile would ask to “drive the little car”. The father would hand over the keys and the grandmother would go rumbling away down the street. Nobody ever knew where she went or what she did but a half hour later she’d come back with a big smile on her face.
That’s a gorgeous dryer, and being gas it’s that much more desirable since many older homes aren’t set up for electric dryers. I think this console is prettier than the next design, even if I did grow up with that one!
Regarding the “little old lady from Pasadena”, a good friend of mine grew up in Pasadena, her father liked sports cars and in the mid ‘60s bought a new big-block Corvette. Chevy didn’t even offer a big block in the ‘Vette until mid ‘65 with the 396, which became a 427 (7 liters) the next year. For most buyers the 327 small block (5.3 liters) was more than enough power in a two-seat car. Her dad wanted the big block though and liked it so much he swapped it for a newer model big-block after a couple of years.
My friend got her license about then but was never allowed to drive the Corvette. Her brother was, but only with the father sitting next to him. Her mother never even asked. However, her grandmother, who was a tiny old lady, would come for dinner frequently and every once in awhile would ask to “drive the little car”. The father would hand over the keys and the grandmother would go rumbling away down the street. Nobody ever knew where she went or what she did but a half hour later she’d come back with a big smile on her face.
