next stop, Xmas!!!

Wow, another Summer Street Fair has been and gone.  I have that aching footed, stiff kneed exhaustion which comes from 3 big days of craft and people.  We had a great time, sold heaps of our work, and met lots of new people.  I hope everyone enjoyed it as much as I did.

There are lots of great photos on the Facebook page, if you missed out this year, look out for us next year.  You can catch up with the exhibitors through the page too.

                                   Lots of my fish drawings, jewellery, and other vintage frippery found new homes, enabling me to see the floor in the lounge room for the first time in ages.  Most has been tucked away but I will be listing on Etsy again when I've had a little rest.

In the packing away I did notice that the suitcase stack in the sitting room is now so tall that I can't lift a suitcase over my head to the top without serious health and safety risk.  

To celebrate our success, a couple of us hit the garage sales, car boot sale and Boatshed Markets. To celebrate, I had the freshest of oysters for lunch, and I have some baby asparagus, picked this morning, for tomorrow.  And the cherries - oh, the cherries.  Spectacular! 

One of the highlights of the time was our dinner at Joop Thai in Albany on Thursday after opening night.  Its brilliant to go into a local restaurant without a reservation at 9 pm and be welcomed with a smile and reassured that the kitchen is still open!! Thanks guys, and the food and service were, as always, great.

Karma, dogma, the 10 Commandments, and tent construction for beginners

You know those days when nothing goes right?  Today wasn't one of them. As a matter of fact, I can pretty much barely remember one in the last week or so.  Of course, there are always tiny irritations, blips, glitches. Admittedly,  my memory isn't what it used to be.  But on the whole, the sort of week there should be more of.

On Monday, a quick round of the op shops to celebrate being on holiday. Gold bangle for $3. Bali gold, but gold nonetheless.  Which reminds me: email daughter who made off with it and demand return thereof.  On Tuesday, it was sunny.  To add to that, we went to the salvage yard for a good prowl.  I got a huge slab of jarrah to use for the top of a table I'm rescuing. (I'll post a before and after when it's done.) Slight sunburn.  Wednesday, a day at home, finishing off work for the impending Summer Street Fair. I'm surprisingly organised. Thursday, close friend's birthday lunch, good company, great food. Friday, op shops, lunch, yay. 

Saturday - so many garage sales, so little time.  OK, our mojo was slightly disturbed due to circumstances beyond our control and we almost missed part 2 of a killer garage sale - part one was a classic about 12 months ago and we'd been waiting for part 2.  Antique meat safes for $15 and cupboards for $10, depression-era, packing crate stuff, yum. I love that packing crate furniture. 

On the other hand, I have 3 wooden meat safes already, and two tin ones, and I probably couldn't have squeezed it into the house with a shoe horn.  I did get an old 1940's/50's map of the Mount Barker area, showing plots of land and ownership, which cheered me up.  And an old chrome Sunbeam toaster, the one with two wide slots, in mint condition and hardly used.  The holy grail of toasters.  It's not a minimalist Scandinavian stainless steel toast experience, it simply makes brilliant toast. And I have that from a toast affectionado with a fine legal mind.

Ah, Sunday.  Sunny.  Warm.  No wind. House tidy(ish).  Sorted out the veggie garden. Finished an amusing book. Finished a couple of small projects. Built a tent.  Yes, built a tent.

There seems to be a continuing demand for tents from my daughter.  She had one.  It's disappeared. I got another one at a garage sale.  The poles evaporated. Some sort of dimensional paradox in the garage, apparently.  Given the precarious future of tents in her possession, I am concerned when she borrows mine.

In the most recent socialist redistribution of crap I made a point of grabbing anything vaguely tent-like which came my way.  In the detritus, I found a perfect 3 "person" tent.  No poles.  There were the springy poley things from a much larger tent, separately, on another day.  An adjustment here, a tweak there, some re-threading of that ropey stuff in the middle, using a cunningly contrived wire thingy to help, and hey presto, a perfect tent.  And  enough bits left over to replace the poles on the dome tent from the dimensional paradox. I am the Tent Queen.

* I've been watching The Bible: A History  on SBS while I've been tapping away here. (A multi-skiller, me.)  Amongst other spurious and badly conceived claims, it said Queen Elizabeth I ordered that the 10 commandments be painted on the walls of every church. Were not the churchgoers largely illiterate? Hmmm.  NB: this what we call a Hypothetical Question.  DO NOT contact me with your views. I really don't care that much.

I'm left hoping that Anne Widdecombe MP does better in parliamentary debate than she does as a documentary presenter.  She says she disagrees with the views of Christopher Hitchens, Stephen Fry and others, but offers no intellectual reasons to counter their logical and articulate argument.  She's all for the top 10 but skips over the other 600-odd which were apparently the 'other' laws.  I hope Karma doesn't run over her dogma, but it very probably will.  Stephen Fry is, on the other hand, a Very Smart Man, and to be encouraged.

How sweet is a Sunday afternoon, when you don't have to go to work on Monday! Time seems to pass more slowly, in an exquisite way.  Made sweeter, quite literally, by fairy floss from the local agricultural show, and a new Jo Nesbo book for $2 from a garage sale.

A member of the Saturday saling triumvirate travelled from Geraldton for a spot of garage saling, tip shop trawling and a tiny chaser of opshopping. We did the rounds on Saturday. Amongst the finds, a restored 1950's desk, more books, some more old maps, chairs (various) and other treasures. Some nice chaps were selling up their grandad's house and shed, so there were lots of interesting rusty bits, including some interesting old keys in an old ammunition tin.  The visitor got some old maps of Yorkshire, and some lovely mid-century bits and pieces, including an unusual linen basket and a lovely bed tray.


Sunday was earmarked for a 'mega garage sale' in Mt Barker, approx 50kms north.  It wasn't necessarily 'mega' but it did have some lovely finds.  A deco mirror, in mint condition, a lovely metal folding outdoor table, a Dean Martin CD, a book about Hunter S Thompson, and a domed glass cake cover. And we sampled the scones with homemade loganberry jam - yum! We swept through the local Tipshop, more books,a sawhorse/plantstand/stool, more chairs, a 60's telephone table, AND just as we loaded the goodies in the car a local dealer was arriving - out of luck.  He looked so disappointed. There sure wasn't much left.


We found that we had a whole hour to get to the tipshop in Denmark, so we unloaded and headed over there, it was a hive of activity.  I found a lovely solid iron chair, crying out for an interesting makeover.  I spent my last $5 on a pie from the bakery and we headed home.  Luckily, a lot of the things were heading to Geraldton because space around here is at a bit of a premium.   


Today, we had time for a quick couple of opshops before a spot of lunch.  I got a nice gold (yes, gold) bangle for $3 and a sterling silver chain for $3.  Yup, a couple of books.


I have lots of work to do this week so I'll be sanding, oiling, sorting, pricing, making....2 weeks to go.

Quilts, tiedyed sheets, and fish

Only 4 working days lay between me and 2 weeks on leave.  It almost makes a Monday look good. Almost, but not quite.    

These beautiful roses are out at the moment, I think they are quite old and they seem to grow almost wild here, around old houses (or sometimes where old houses used to be.)  The scent is wonderful. 

Last week was weird, weatherwise, with a huge dump of rain mid week which left tide lines in the street and water washing in through shop doors.  Days start out brightly sunny and warm, and seem to end rainy and dark, but not cold.  One of the opshops was flooded, disrupting our Friday trawl, but amongst things at the non-flooded shops we found this quilt, some white quilt covers and sheets which my daughter is insistent on wanting to tiedye in rainbow colours,  and great chunks of her summer wardrobe.

 

'Work' has moved from the top end of town, surrounded by opshops, to the other end where there are lots of lovely and expensive clothing shops - this is not good news.  Its not very far, but the oppies are just too far to get to quickly, and to get anywhere one has to go past at least one desirable boutique in any direction.  So far I've acquired a new dress and assorted other wardrobe additions.  Its waaay safer to stay in Narnia and skip lunch altogether.  (We've christened our bit of the workplace 'Narnia' because we live in the dark behind a bank of cupboards.  No windows.  No natural light.  But nothing can take our overdeveloped sense of irony.)

I've been making more things for Summer Street Fair, which is coming up on the 24th November.  Some brooches from children's game pieces and wooden jigsaw pieces. I also traditionally finish off bits and pieces, or discover things I forgot I had.  I've been meaning to photograph this piece for ages, its made on a mirror so its hard to get a really good shot.   The images are of local fishermen and include some other very old photos of fishermen and whaling.  The mirror came from a commercial fishing boat.

Some old TV classics arrived in the mail a week or so ago, and I've been spending some quality time with David Niven -"The Rogues" and "The David Niven Show".  To prove that my tastes are nothing if not -broad - I also watched Thor.  I picked up Sibella Court's book Etc on sale, it's truly beautiful.  My head is full of ideas, and two weeks won't be nearly long enough.

Gotta love these 3 day long weekends! Although my Friday opshopping was off, I spent the weekend feeling it was Easter, and the garage sales were less than thrilling.  

Today, we took the remnants of the wheelbarrow collection to give to someone who creatively re-uses all sorts of things in her garden.  I took a few photos while I was there.  Who thought geraniums in washing machines would work?

I decided that having a teeny walkway through the veranda to the back door was becoming tiresome, so I went into a fixing sorting moving frenzy (apart from the bits where I drank tea and ate passionfruit sponge cake while reading the new Terry Pratchett).

I decided to finish one simple project - a small table from an old metal stool base and the top of a jarrah lazy susan.  I hate varnish.  It goes cloudy and chips and behaves badly but takes ages to get the bits off which haven't flaked off.  I was very pleased with the result though, the Danish oil gives the wood a much richer look.  

In order to actually get to the bits and the tools I needed, I had to move the old pine meatsafe in the way.  And that meant stabilising the dodgy back leg.  It wasn't all that big a job and I haven't done the cosmetic surgery yet but a bit of a wipedown and some fairly rudimentary archeological carpentry and it is out of the way and being useful.  I think I'll schedule the cosmetic surgery for Xmas holidays, when I have more time.  In the meantime, a friend scored the cute chest of drawers formerly occupying that spot.  See, I do give stuff away.

I also used some of the containers gleaned over the past four weeks for planting, and after watering this evening I snapped some pics in the evening light.  Very gardeny.

 Really, my small Canon camera is still doing OK.  Yesterday, I went with a friend to the Harvey Norman camera sale.  There's two hours of my life I'll never get back.  Still, we met a nice lady in the queue ( I kid you not).  They offered us coffee after waiting for an hour, but were greeted with a cry of damn the coffee, gin and tonic or nothing!  What was frightening was that we, and the nice lady, were the queue.  Still not quite sure why we had to wait 2 hours... and then, the woman at the till didn't want to walk from her till to the other one to accept my friend's (considerable) outlay of cash.  Since I had time to spare, I had time to notice that most of the prices were in fact higher than the local Dick Smith store, where I had been in the morning.  AND got served immediately.

I'm glad the Queen had a nice holiday.  She's had some bad years, and I'm sure she's a nice old lady, she's obviously quite fit and works hard.  Old (German) family, done a lot for the hat industry, and so on and so forth and I think her father was a good man doing a very hard job at a difficult time.

I think that in 2011, however, it's a bit of a stretch to think that anyone would actually expect a woman to curtsy, and the whole bowing and scraping thing really needs some thought.  If we accept that someone is born to be better than just about everyone else, then we accept that all people are not equal and that they don't have the right to be treated equally.  It's a short step in stilettos over the lawn to the bad old days. We can be dignified and respectful without making asses of ourselves.

It's over and the reviews are in....

It's over, let the process of grieving begin.  I so miss those piles of junk, little groups of treasure waiting to be discovered.

Although this year wasn't quite as bountiful as years gone by, the good stuff was there, the gems twinkling brightly. You just had to look that bit harder.


My usual companions had departed for the land of Oxfam and the Antiques Roadshow, but my new apprentice quickly mastered the philosophy and theory, the grid search, the patience and the emergency location of fast food snacks for sustenance.   Add to the mix a 4WD with a roof rack and (mostly) dry weather.

This year, a glut of microwaves and televisions, washing machines and lots of fridges. The mini stereo has been replaced, I presume, with i-everythings and there were a few radiograms and lots and lots of speakers.  So much chipboard and plastic.  Lots of kitchen and bathroom reno's, by the looks of things. Plastic outdoor chairs. 



Hardly any furniture, other than beds.  Perhaps the tighter times?  So many children's toys, prams, highchairs.  I remember spending so much time choosing those items, and yet being so glad when I didn't need them anymore.  Of course, I passed mine on to others and didn't send them to landfill. Do people not think of sending things to op-shops?

The highlights:  obviously, the 32 inch HD LCD TV, and a late find - the Apple computer in working order.  I feel slightly guilty that the evil empire has finally gained a toehold in my life.

The old pine meatsafe and the English cabinet are just lovely and I am so looking forward to getting them back into shape.  Keen for the footstool from the club lounge and desperately sad that the suite was just too much for someone with no storage space.  I hope someone who appreciates it found it in time.

I love the tin of old bits and pieces, keys and goodies, the tin trunk, the Stanley plane, the woodvice, the old tools and the working jack. The yacht sail, the tin meatsafe, the bases for some interesting tables.  The antique fishing rods.






And for others, the skateboards, the wheelbarrows, the old turned lamp, the sockets, the soft tarps,the lifejackets, anchor and other boating bits. So many suitcases, mostly the 50's/60's airtravel funky ones in blues, green and fire engine red - although they do look rather good in the only room previously without a pile of suitcases. 


Now, to make some walkways between the piles of stuff.........

Pictures, words.

 

Sometimes, the photos tell the story.  What can I say?  

This is something I finished this week.  Now I have to try to find a path through  all my new treasures to find some clothes to wear to work tomorrow...