No need to be outcasts,
shunned at social functions…
These old smokers look pretty damn hot especially with white basics.
Sultry and sophisticated and still happening. In a good way.
Smoking Santa, not so much…
And then there’s these guys. Totally smokin. But they smell fantastic.
Soy candles in Coconut Cream. Locally made. Hand poured.
Vintage smoked glass jugs, bottles and candles all available through Urban Rustic Newport or
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after years of dining solo…
Proof it’s never too late to find your sole mate.
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Is it an incurable addiction to collecting vintage kitchen implements?
oversized and engorged utensils of a certain age?
Whatever the answer, this strange bug is not to be confused with another designer affliction uncommonly known as stencilitis
of which I also exhibit classic symptoms.
I may not recover but I have the tools to cope.
This tall super hip cat wasn’t lonely for long. I picked him up in the country. At the Gresford Billy Cart Derby as a matter of fact. Quite racey indeed.
But he quickly moved on to a new home and left the lovely ladies behind. These [dare I say it?] pussies are a bit too far gone to be resold, bearing numerous chips and bust up scars. They’ve lived hard and been well loved. The spicy stories they could tell…
My husband questioned why I had bothered with cheap damaged goods but when am I ever going to find another purfect [sorry] circa 1950s pair? Possibly never. I love them faults and all.
And so does my little girl. These still cool cats take up their next life, possibly the 9th on her window shelf with another vintage cutie I accidentally decapitated. Kitty got Kragled [AKA Superglued] and voila, gets another chance.
They look like angels from up above…
Jerry Leiber & Mike Stoller 1958, Three Cool Cats
It may not be however, considering my noisy feisty messy six year old’s bedroom, as quiet as the Pooch’s retirement in my office. God help them…
Busy is the happiest way to be.
Apparently. According to Holly Hobbie, uber earnest maxi-bonnet wearing writer/character from the 1970s. My oldest sister had a rag doll. I wished I did. There were others but I only collect the blue girl.
Yeah they are quite twee but sometimes in the battle of nostalgia versus design, innocent memories win. As they should. Who wants to live in a meaningless catalogue of objects?
Other Amish-undertoned spruikings include…
Start each day in a happy way
Memories are made of joys that last [um, derr?]
Friendships make the rough road smooth
A true friend is the best possession
Happy is the heart that loves the simple things…
So it’s possible if I actually want to sell more of these for Mother’s Day that I should have done this post at least a week ago, but ‘as a busy Mum’ [an advertising sales pitch that makes me cringe however true it may be, juggling 2 jobs right now, #eek but #good, I am better when I am busy, decisions are easier] obviously I didn’t get it done. Till now.
But there’s still plenty of time for local shoppers and loads more where these came from. Watch this space.
I did get this done. An ad in the local Pittwater Life magazine. #yay
And then there’s these…Pretty nice huh?
Bonus cups. An added extra to these lovely vintage fine bone china tea cups and saucers: locally made, hand poured Coconut scented soy wax candles. #yum
And once it’s burned, what remains is not some bland container destined for landfill but a beautiful, functional, one-off collectable object.
This is the gift that does keep on giving. Recycling and repurposing in fine form.
And clichés in abundance…
Happy Mother’s Day ladies. May your cup runneth over.
You’re such a lovely cup
Why don’t cha fill me up
All these reasons too hard to explain
So, I’ll drink you up my dear
We got it all right here
Here is now, and now is where I want to be
Salt and pepper don’t get to shake it much anymore. Out of flavour and replaced by the bland grind[er] of modern daily life.
Discarded after a lifetime of table service somewhere, this well preserved and fabulous fifties item enjoy a spicy retirement, content with a new life on the shelf. My shelf. [Not for sale]
So where will your current Salt and Pepper Shakers be in 50 years? My grinders are definitely not heirloom pieces. Not even good looking enough to live life in the open, they get hidden away in the cupboard after every meal. This pink poodle and outrageously cool zebra chair shaker set is another story. A much cuter story. But I do like grinding fresh black pepper and Himalayan pink salt…
Sorry poochie, at least your looks saved you.
But you always knew that anyway didn’t you?
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
Ode of Remembrance
taken from Laurence Binyon’s poem For the Fallen
first published in September 1914