Sunday, June 27, 2010

An occasional gallery

Made, concocted, created, upcycled, recycled, and sometimes sold by me.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

A wintry weekend

Yesterday I was finally forced to use funds generally put aside for upcycling to buy a new mobile phone, lest a bargain go uncommunicated by text or otherwise. Spurning the shiny upmarket devices I settled on something so simple that I can work it without a child to advise (most of the time, anyway). I have, of course managed to lose most of my phone numbers along the way, which is a whole 'nother story, but I am as one with the world of youth speak again. If you haven't heard from me, thats why.

Fortified by the thought that we would be in constant communication in case of emergency communique from our offspring, we struck out for the Salvation Army's half price sale.

It's said that genes will out and at last my teenage daughter has succumbed to the lure of the op shop. We had a great day yesterday and she found lots of things to drag back to her cave and it's horizontal wardrobe. She even managed not to faint when I tentatively suggested a return to the overalls which were the staple of my wardrobe in my happy hippie youth.

I did manage lovely Mela Purdie and metallicus tops as well as a fantastic Maggie T jacket - BNWOT in old ebay speak.

The mornings here(and the evenings and the bits in between, for that matter) have been somewhat brisk - thats thermals and gloves and mountain design socks brisk. But our garage saling morning dawned bright and clear with the slightest pink tinge (on the icicles)over the harbour at dawn.

Today was that celebrated garage saling day, the St Vincent de Paul depot garage sale. O, happy day.

Its a good day when you fill the car twice, and even though this wasn't the larger land cruiser which was once filled and refilled, we did our best. Despite my absolute determination NOT to leave with any furniture, a jarrah bookcase was calling to me early.

I decided to be strong and started with the bric-a-brac table, always a happy place. To add to the bags of treasures discovered I grabbed two hand fishing lines (on back order for the teenage daughter), a chrome magazine rack and - shiver of excitement - the cash drawer from a pre 1950's cash register. We piled up the treasures by the cashier's table for him to watch over and we filled a bag with books for the princely sum of 50c. My trusty compatriot was thrilled with her funky wooden table on a metal base and her
multicoloured 50's clothers airer.

There's something about a shed sale - especially one where the contents have been spread over a paddock in no particular order. The thrill of the chase outweighed the cool breeze. A nice walk in the country, clawing through piles of crap.

Treasures uncovered by my partner in grime included a tripod billy stand for a campfire and two solid round barbecue plates. She was keen on the little dinghy but we ran out of money. I found an old solid wood office paper organiser, and a round rusty metal bit, exercising restraint on the humungous amounts of rusty metal bits and pieces on offer. Hey, there's always tomorrow - they were still pulling stuff out of the shed when we left.

And the bill for this week's haul? $23, including the $5 donation for the delivery of the jarrah bookcase.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

O sweet sweet Saturday

Somedays, garage saling is as good as it gets. Due to a somewhat tight fiscal situation I left the house with exactly $18.40 in my hot little hand. My trusty companion in these adventures was somewhat better off, possible due to the exercise of some spending restraint - or having to work yesterday while I op shopped.

I came home owing her 30 cents, which really isn't too bad. For my investment I got:
A patchwork quilt for a big bed
2 bookshelves, one for $1 and the other for $2, one jarrah, one pine
A cute vintage suitcase, to balance on the top of the others
A vintage AWA transistor radio - working, needs batteries
A large frame in really good condition, inluding a mat
A bicycle pump ( the wheel on the wheelbarrow is flat)
Some bits of costume jewellery
A vintage butter knife
A plethora of wooden spoons
Some homemade biscuits and a bunch of broccolini picked this morning
A Star Wars cube thing with Luke and Darth Vader's heads - weird but strangely compelling

My partner in crime, setting an example in restraint, picked up a heavy based oval fish pan, a thingy to weigh fish, 2 chrome accoutrements in the outline of a reclining woman, and fresh fruit and veg including a bag of cumquats.

We left at 9, home at 11. Some days, I love my life.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

A scavenger at heart

In the last year I met two new good friends and we set out to furnish and decorate 3 houses, spending as little as possible, but ending up with interesting comfortable homes. One of us came to town with a couple of suitcases and left a year later with a shipping container. The other one is still here and we still go out scavenging at garage sales, car boot sales, fetes and fairs and anywhere where people are shedding their belongings.
Having largely furnished our houses and acquired lots of really interesting and quirky stuff, we find that we still love a good scrounge. We meet interesting and pleasant people (and a few prats of course)and go to places we would never get to go. I also got a dog.
I have another close friend with whom I go to op shops (usually on a Friday)for the acquisition of fabulous wardrobe pieces.
Along the way we found some treasures, made over some furniture and learned some new skills.