This weekend I found one of the things I have been looking for forever, just hanging there on a hook at a garage sale. As someone at the sale said, "Are you my Mummy?" For non-Dr Who tragics, a vintage gas mask. I turned it over expecting to see an outrageously high price, and was so excited to find it not only within my price range but an absolute steal.
Some other little treasures, all in a lovely old pine crate.
Some Saturdays it's worth turning up in the cold and the drizzle.
With Mothers' Day coming up I've been finishing off some little projects, and getting ready for the Market at the Vancouver Arts Centre. As always, more than is needed, I've packed up some more brooches and pins, and I'll do the pendants and necklaces this week. This Toybox is finally complete.
And I almost forgot - new power tools, new table. Once a tatty bit of wood on the verge, now a coffee table with vintage iron legs.
It's been a while since I've had a chance to make it to the local tip shop, and a quick visit this weekend was less than productive. But a short and unexpected outbreak of sunshine and a spare minute to record the graveyard of gas bottles let me record something I've meant to for ages. I'll come back to them sometime, I'm sure.