Anzac Day on Wednesday, a day off on Thursday (puppy-sitting) and a day of op shop trawling on Friday. After 3 op shops I had only a DVD to show - Constantine with Keanu Reeves. I'm not a huge fan of young Keanu,but any comic-based demon hunter who carries a shotgun made from a crucifix is worth a couple of hours of my time, and coming up to winter I can watch it while knitting. Slightly ironic - knitting and demon hunting. Who thought those two terms would be used in the same sentence? But I digress...
Things were looking pretty darn grim till, virtually empty handed, we got to the last oppie - where lots of goodies leapt into my $5-a-basket. A lion's head (I already have a paw, it seemed appropriate), the cutest 50's/60's 'made in Japan' doll, a stack of good books, a Mela Purdie top - gotta love a good sale.
Saturday morning dawned cool and misty. Well, actually it dawned quite clear but by garage sale time the drizzle had commenced. That's not a bad thing, as it keeps the crowds down.
At the first sale of the day I found something I've been looking everywhere for - a metal locker for the back veranda. And this one is not only in really good condition, someone had already put nice shelves into it. Those who have visited regularly may know that I am something of a packrat and I need to be able to stash some collections. To celebrate the incoming, this morning I removed a very tatty old set of shelves, broke them up with the axe, and put them on the firewood pile (see above reference to oncoming winter.)
This a) made space for the locker and
b) was kind of fun, in a violent recycling sort of way.
We proceeded to a fete at the Lions' Daycare Centre - where instead of designated parking for motor bikes, they have parking for mobility scooters, with the cutest little spray painted icons.
There were some brilliant recycled frames, lots of great books, all sorts of good stuff and the prices were great. Note to fete goers: it's NOT good manners to scrabble between other shoppers' feet as they are shopping. You risk serious injury to your fingers and possible social embarrassment. Note to fete givers: PLEASE don't put books on the floor, under tables. People get crazy.