Gayware. Truly. It’s a thing. Or was. And of course still is.
Made in Sydney by Gay Plastics from 1950-1965.
The harlequin [multicoloured] set of kitchen canisters are the most sought after and can pull big money. Sometimes selling on Ebay for $200-300.
This is my collection of mixed up wannabes. Picked up in various places at different times, finally coming together after a yard sale score on Saturday.
Only the blue one is true Gayware. The rest are old fakers [unbranded vintage knock offs, check their bottoms]. Though they look pretty real. And pretty damn good. Except for the F lid. It’s a bit cracked up. Aren’t we all…
Not for sale, hire only.
Eat citrus fruit.
It tastes sweet. It has a lot of fibre, and once it gets to your stomach it knows what to do.
The great man of zest, Mel Brooks getting randomly citrus during the closing credits of his PBS portrait. If you’re a fan, here’s a taste.
Mel Brooks: Make A Noise
and if this appeals…[geddit?]
buy vintage ceramic orange juicer here
Lemon, lime & pepper shakers by Westland [non-vintage]
Pyrex spotty tumbler [also in yellow]
ceramic lemon spreader available at Urban Rustic Newport
Sicilian Lemon dish souvenir not for sale
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
contact email@example.com for you know, more info
after years of dining solo…
Proof it’s never too late to find your sole mate.
BUY or BROWSE urban rustic.com
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…