Coked Up

I found these vintage coke trays separately: one at a church sale, and one in the bottom of a kitchen drawer at an estate sale. They were both sticky and disgusting, but now they are not, because I cleaned them with ammonia. I love ammonia. There are few things more satisfying than spending an evening with an ammonia and water solution, a sponge and some grimy thrift items.

Although they were found separately, I think these trays were destined to be together on a wall in someone's kitchen or dining room, but not mine, because my kitchen has no wall space, and my dining room is adorned with a poster of the vascular system that my mother thinks is disgusting to have displayed in an eating area.