There is no piece of furniture which cannot be moved by a determined woman with a towel...

It's true. Or two towels for a very large and heavy jarrah bookcase.

Enough on the back verandah! I usually do all the sanding and oiling before it even gets near being inside, but the nasty weather and early dark and this damned working for a living conspire against me. And its really in quite good shape, no extraneous coats of hi gloss lacquer, or thousands of coats of nasty paint, so into the lounge with you, you bookshelf.

Which of course requires the moving of books - like visiting old pals, and spotting things you want to re-read or you got in a sale and haven't gotten to yet. Happy times.

The weather this week being - well, lets face it, crap - the morning dawned crisp but not bucketting down. After a lacklustre day in the opshops yesterday, today started rather well with a wooden box spotted in a skip outside the first garage sale. Ahem, were you wanting that? No? would you mind awfully if we took it? Excellent. The whole fitting it in the car thing was a bit of an adventure (especially without a towel). Onwards, unrelenting.

Today was wooden box day. Some weeks it's sewing machines, treadmills, or exercise bikes - today, wooden boxes. Everywhere. Some great fishing gear - I love those wooden floats, and some interesting metal bits - some sort of hooks? Or rocket ships or possibly four legged ladies. We'll see.

Some lovely but pricey real antiques were rejected due to lack of funds but - surprise - a gorgeous blue and white metal and plastic 1950's/60's Wisk - (the world's first perfect non-tangle wool saver winder). In the box. With the instructions.

I have a good friend who is quite interested in knitting, I just have to remember which one...

But first, I have to deliver the wooden spoons - or, in Etsy speak - "vintage farmhouse kitchen utensils" to another friend. I hope she didn't mean wooden spools.