Blue, Yellow, Orange bringing it.

Bottle or jug? Or all of it?  It is Saturday…

And if there’s a happier colour combo? Show me.
Pretty fond of this lot.

blue orange yellow

Urn it.
Reluctant to sell this orange piece. It’s large and magnificent and I bought it on an awesome buying trip/mini break/ solo mission last year. It was the last shop I hit and I was pretty tapped out. Like very. Knew I had already spent far too much. Eek. But also knew when I went out and sat in the car, I would drive back to Sydney organising freight. And then it might break. And then be so annoyed with myself for indecision…

Anyway I was trying to do a short post because I know we are all too busy for words… So yeah. I went back in. Maxed out the plastic on glass. Bought it. Loved it. Still do but… yup, it’s up for grabs.

Quick before I change my mind.

Orange Empoli Italian cased bottle, god I love that faux wicker texture. It could be cheesy if not perfectly executed. Lucky it is.

Tall double cased [cased= white lining] Empoli Italian bottle vase, in that Per Lütken, Holmegaard kind of way.

Yellow cased jug. Mid century. That crazy arse shape. Was a ….. to clean, so visibly filthy inside, got a scourer stuck in there [amateur] and after a few days and a smart idea from Gemma in the shop next door I reefed it out with the bent hook of a coathanger. So relieved. Ridiculously happy over a small triumph #nerd

Time for a drink, cheers
Sandy

in Newport shop this week
interested? ask here

Vive la révolution.
A recycled Bastille Day offering…  [sold]

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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

A Tale of Two Cities
Charles Dickens  1812 – 1870

Liberty, equality and fraternity forever.

xxx

x

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Moving and packing and school holidays all at once.
Could be losing it if I wasn’t careful. Hate to lose these super cute vintage cases though. Some are for sale, some just for display in the new shop. I’m almost there… Opening soon.

The one with the little blue corners is a very close match to one I took to Kindergarten. Damn, I wish I had kept it, same applies to my doll Lily. Thirteen year old Sandy thought she was too grown up for dolls. And old school cases.

Now I am actually grown up [well most of the time, add alcohol and I’m not so sure] I realise you are never too grown up to keep your childhood favourites. Like Mr Burns and Bobo, some things money can not buy, for others there’s Ebay and settling for close enough.

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Customers may be disappointed that certain cases are display only/ not for sale, and I am sorry about that, but seriously they are

a] becoming harder to find

b] expensive even for me to buy

c] and I like them, so… if I am to sell them, I need to make a decent margin, otherwise why bother? May as well keep them

and

d] more meaningful than storing things in plastic tubs from the $2 shop. IMO.
Don’t you think?

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The littlest brown Globite case belongs to my husband. It was his kindergarten port [does anyone get when I say ‘port’ some people understand, others look at me with empty expressions. It’s short for portmaneau and ye old English in origin.
Anyhoo, his mother was smart enough to hold onto it and it stills stores his lego from a lifetime ago. Also love the original Dymo label. And the stickers. Irreplaceable.

Love that the briefcase up the back, the leather one, is Vintage Ikea. No, it’s not an oxymoron, it belonged to my friend Nina, was her Father’s and it also has his name, a six digit phone number and Stockholm Sweden in Dymo label. Uber cool.

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In closing, vintage suitcases are worth keeping for display, storage and nostalgic purposes.
The navy Airlight above, holds old Gold. Vintage Golden Books that is.
A cute stack I picked up in a regional op shop on a short trip [AKA offloading of the children] to the Grandparents. Such fabulous illustrations. And fabulous In-laws.

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In my case it’s more likely to be neat as in cool not neat as in tidy.
vintage golden book cute goodbye picture copy

Hope to see you soon xo

urban rustic moving vintage graphics 2 copyDear Newport and beyond…

Urban Rustic can’t continue being your best kept secret.

My shop is moving, and hope you follow us around the corner. The new space is bigger, brighter, there’s a surprise in store AND you will be able to move around. Imagine that? So exciting…

Urban Rustic will always stand for Quality and Value. And Good Vibes.

Thank you to our loyal customers, we know who you are and you are always welcome. We want to look after you. So grateful for your visits and support. We love hearing your stories and happy memories.

Please pop in, right next to Beachside Homewares. Near Coles. 371 Barrenjoey Road. Opening July 13th.

Meanwhile our Robertson Road space is on SALE for 3 more weeks. Having a big clearance, stuff needs to move one way or another. So if you have your eye on something, nows the time! Speaking of time…please note: Winter hours: wed-sat 10am – 3ish. Sorry, as you can imagine, there’s a bit going on…

It’s a big brave step and I’m just as nervous as I am excited. Wish me luck.

Cheers Sandy,

and the gorgeous UR girls: Dionne, Gisele & Dan

catch the sun Waechtersbach sunny yellow caninsters wide Yes, the sunlight’s fading but contain yourselves Sydney. Don’t get SAD. Store some cool stuff in a happy place and brighten up the grey wet winter coming too soon #notready

Waechsterbach West German Canisters in yellow and black [sold already but now regretful, they looked so nice and sunny on my sideboard d’oh!…but they couldn’t have gone to a happier home, sounds like a cliche but seriously could not. ] They had been sitting inside the sideboard as I didn’t have the lids for so long, like over 2 years, and would you believe when I was finally spurred into looking for a keen customer, on Ebay around the corner, literally 5-10 ks away and on my way home later, they were also available on buy it now? And the seller responded straight away. I had my lids which did fit, what are the odds really? There were no others for sale anywhere in the world the same size. Solved and sold within the hour. Wait what did I just do? Ah… sweet yellow sunshine come back…

sugar sugar hornea stripe pineapple jam pot
Leadlight sun mirror from Camden markets, NFS, it’s super cool but only small fry. Wanting a big sun god. More of that later… Anyway the super sweet Hornsea Stripes and Pineapple jam pot are good to go. But may not last. You can grab them here

pyrex daisy casseroles sunburst mirror
Pyrex casseroles, this pattern’s often called Sunflowers though it’s actual name is Daisy, according to Pyrex Love. These two went fast, also gone before I had time to think. But always chasing more.

sunburst mirror sunny yellow retro canisters So, looking on the bright side… Worshipping our new Sunburst mirror. A souvenir of my time working on The Block. Shaynna Blaze decorated a room in Hollywood Regency style for the tv show Open House. See it  [and my graphics ] here. Of all the new retro style mirrors out there, this one IMO, is the super hot shining star. Shaynna nailed it. I caught the last one, sorry people. Got it from Mezzai. They may get more.

Not new but catch this
Eyes closed, could swear it’s Tim Rogers. No, it’s Doves = brilliant. Big new fan.

hornea canister sunflower glass leaves

THE SUNFLOWER MAIDEN

There was once a beautiful water-nymph called Clytie. She had wonderful golden hair, and every day she used to come forth from her pool, and comb it. It fell around her face in great waves, and shone in the sun like gold. Clytie loved the warmth of the sun. She used to watch for Apollo’s chariot to come through the gates of heaven every morning. Then the world was flooded with the sunrise, and hills and valleys rejoiced. One day Clytie saw Apollo driving the sun-chariot. He wore his dazzling crown, and his face shone fair and bright. He was strong and handsome, and held the reins of his four fiery horses firmly in his powerful hand. Through the sky he went all day long, driving the  horses along the middle  way. Clytie watched him, and admired his strength and his beauty. She was sorry when the sun-chariot entered the western seas, and was lost to her. Darkness came over the earth, and Clytie shivered. She returned to the water, and dreamed of the bright young sun-god all night long. The next morning she arose before dawn, and stood by the side of the pool, watching for  the return of Apollo. Soon a golden light tinged the eastern sky, and then the sun-god came forth once more. Clytie watched him eagerly. All day long she followed his course, sighing when he returned to the west. The little nymph fell deeply in love with the handsome god. She thought of him and of  nothing else. No longer did she return to her  pool at night, but stood waiting in the darkness for the first golden gleam to appear in the east. She longed for Apollo to see her, and to return her love. She felt certain that if he saw her waiting for him, he would come to her  with  loving words. So all day long she watched and waited for him to see her. She combed out her pretty hair so that it hung round her face  like  a sheet  of gold. It gleamed in the sun, and shone so brightly that her sister nymphs came up to her and stroked her head. But Clytie paid no heed to them. Always she watched for the moment when Apollo would see her and smile. But the sun-god did not turn his head. He looked straight before him, keeping his fiery horses on their difficult way. He did not see Clytie of the golden hair watching him with loving eyes. Day after day the nymph saw Apollo drive out from the eastern sky, mount the heavens, and return to the western seas at night. Her  face turned to him wherever he went and followed his course all day long. For nine days Clytie watched the sun-god, and never once did she take her eyes from him. She had no food and no drink, save only her own bitter tears. Then, on the ninth day, when she would have moved, she could not. Her feet had become rooted to the ground. Her arms and fingers were green leaves. Her face, with its halo of golden hair, had become a flower! Clytie was a sunflower. She could neither speak nor weep; but still she turned her golden head towards the sun, following his course the whole day through. And from that time to this all sunflowers do the same their pretty golden faces look always towards the sun-god, as he drives his golden chariot through the sky.

Ancient Greek myth retold by Enid Blyton in Tales Of Long Ago

deans Tales of Long Ago Enid Blyton

A book my mum gave me Long Ago. My son read it recently and he loved it too. Will keep forever. Second Edition. Love these seventies Enid Blyton hardcovers by Dean & Sons. They bring back warm happy memories.
So cool aren’t they?

lemon aid lemon & honey urban rustic sqI’m no naturopath by any stretch of the imagination but I head to the Fruit & Veg shop over a Chemist when I’m not feeling well. Am a big fan of simple natural remedies which come in their own organic packaging.

I’ve been drinking half a lemon in warm [NOT hot] water in the morning for years, it’s been a habit for so long I had kind of forgotten why… clearer skin, a liver cleanse and better digestion but turns out there’s a whole bunch of other benefits:

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Lemon has anti-inflammatory properties [which explains why lemon & honey is an enduring cold and flu remedy. I’ll get to that in a sec]

so it’s good for joints, and muscles

aids in proper functioning of the nervous system

cleanses not only the liver but blood, blood vessels and arteries.

Lemons contain good amount of electrolytes such as potassium, calcium and magnesium so added to water helps hydrate your body naturally.

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Lemon in warm water first thing in the morning [best to wait half and hour at least before having tea or coffee] is good for heartburn, pregnancy, gallstones, kidney stones, bowels, tooth pain and
if you will believe it: water with lemon prevents cancer as cancer cannot thrive in an alkaline environment. I found this info here.

If you can’t stomach the tartness adding a teaspoon of raw [health food shop or organic] honey is not going to hurt at all as honey has great health benefits too, and holistic practitioners consider honey one of nature’s best all-around remedies.

vintage lemon squeezer and honey jar SQ

The benefits of a teaspoon of honey and half a lemon in warm water according to naturalcuresnotmedicine.com are:

reduced weight
energy
purification of the body
antimicrobial effects
helps with coughs or head colds
immune strengthening
accelerated metabolism
helps with constipation
calms the nerves
removes bad breath 

Pretty much the same claims as  20 Unbelievable Reasons To Start Your Day With Lemon & Water

Benefits-of-honey.com says fasting on honey and lemon-juice, an alkaline food, is highly beneficial in the treatment of obesity. It moves deposited fat, which gets used as energy and purifies the blood at the same time. Pretty sweet if it’s true.

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And of course, sip on a lemon & honey drink
when you have a cold or flu. The anti-inflammatory properties of both, the vitamin C of the lemon and the anti-bacterial nature of honey do their biz. I also grate in garlic [anti-bacterial and immunity booster] and ginger [pain relieving, antiseptic and antioxidant] Source www.organicnutrition.co.uk

I can vouch for the healing powers of honey. My mum saved a lot of sheep which had been savagely attacked by a stray dog on the family farm by covering the many life-threatening wounds with honey. Flies stuck and died in the thick sticky mess [preventing further infection] and the anti-bacterial properties of the honey healed the sores. The local chemist gave her that valuable piece of information. True story.

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So when life hands you lemons treat it as a good thing, add honey and get lemon aid or add sugar and alcohol and make Limoncello. Take your pick. Both guaranteed to make you feel better.

Cin cin [Good health]

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This original Swedish number smashed overnight by little hands as it was soaking in the sink. No joy.

But 30 years since the seminal electronic dance classic Blue Monday, New Order announce a new album due out this year.  That could make me feel better.

NME/ how we wrote Blue Monday

Apologies for the noise. Seems appropriate. My camera’s also having a bad day # Iphoneography

two vintage globes

This week: I heard and fell in love with this INXS song all over again. Those lyrics. Was it written for Kylie?

I finished re-reading The Alchemist a nostalgic favourite I first read after a trip to Spain. Also did some successful globe spotting. Funny how it all comes together… So what is successful globe spotting? Not as much fun as globe trotting but it’s nice to look at the world, any way you can. To me, with globes, kind of like annoyingly catchy Meghan Trainor, it’s all about that base. Oh and the blue. Not so much a fan of ye olde worldey sepia tones.

And then today, Happy Anniversary to my own Personal Legend. Sixteen years ago, I was standing. You were there…

One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving. Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

more globes midcentury

But before I go, I want to tell you a little story. A certain shopkeeper sent his son to learn about the secret of happiness from the wisest man in the world. The lad wandered through the desert for forty days, and finally came upon a beautiful castle, high atop a mountain. It was there that the wise man lived. Rather than finding a saintly man, though, our hero, on entering the main room of the castle, saw a hive of activity: tradesmen came and went, people were conversing in the corners, a small orchestra was playing soft music, and there was a table covered with platters of the most delicious food in that part of the world. The wise man conversed with everyone, and the boy had to wait for two hours before it was his turn to be given the man’s attention. The wise man listened attentively to the boy’s explanation of why he had come, but told him that he didn’t have time just then to explain the secret of happiness. He suggested that the boy look around the palace and return in two hours. ‘Meanwhile, I want to ask you to do something,’ said the wise man, handing the boy a teaspoon that held two drops of oil. ‘As you wander around, carry this spoon with you without allowing the oil to spill.’ The boy began climbing and descending the many stairways of the palace, keeping his eyes fixed on the spoon. After two hours, he returned to the room where the wise man was. ‘Well,’ asked the wise man, ‘did you see the Persian tapestries that are hanging in my dining hall? Did you see the garden that it took the master gardener ten years to create? Did you notice the beautiful parchments in my library?’ The boy was embarrassed, and confessed that he had observed nothing. His only concern had been not to spill the oil that the wise man had entrusted to him. ‘Then go back and observe the marvels of my world,’ said the wise man. ‘You cannot trust a man if you don’t know his house.’ Relieved, the boy picked up the spoon and returned to his exploration of the palace, this time observing all of the works of art on the ceilings and the walls. He saw the gardens, the mountains all around him, the beauty of the flowers, and the taste with which everything had been selected. Upon returning to the wise man, he related in detail everything he had seen. ‘But where are the drops of oil I entrusted to you?’ asked the wise man. Looking down at the spoon he held, the boy saw that the oil was gone. ‘Well, there is only one piece of advice I can give you,’ said the wisest of wise men. ‘The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world, and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon.’

Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

family of 4 vintage globes

Peace.

matching flamingo love

Valentines Day. The hallmark of romance. Apparently. Yeah whatever, televison…

Unlike the faithful flamingo who mates for life, human love may not last. Sadly.

Witness the divorces!  As we moved [sulkily] into the ahem, forty-is-the-new-thirty-something- #denial-crowd separation started to show it’s ugly messy head in sometimes unexpected places. Conversations with the girls [alright, ladies then] like no matter how much we care we all drive each other crazy right? etc. etc. make me wonder about relationships. Till Death Do Us Part? That’s a long flocking time in this non-Bubonic plague era. Who ever invented monogamy may not have been so optimistic had they factored in the average age of death was 50 max, now its 85.

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Whats the best scenario long term? Opposites attract or birds of a feather? Huffington Post says opposites can work, but it will be harder than sharing similar core values.

And this doesn’t mean that you both like smooth peanut butter or toast cooked to the same shade of brown [first world problems anyone?] but more to do with how you were raised and how you agree to raise your children and, another important factor: how you spend your money. It’s a deal breaker.

Not that I am an expert, but I’ve put in a good solid nearly 16 years of married life. I buy both kinds of peanut butter, am over toast anyway and ignore the rapid accumulation of mid life crisis motor related accessories muscling out the Urban Rustic Warehouse AKA our garden shed. Mid-century chairs vs hot metal = equally crazy, just in opposite ways. Same same but different #whatever : )

Happy Hallmark Day people <3
Here’s my commercial offering:
The new pair: Don Featherstone 1957 designed lawn flamingos
available at Urban Rustic and still $50 = love

Featherstone Flamingos pair urban rustic

the not new black
is the new black over here

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Nooooooo….

mourning this little vintage pie bird I dropped last week while reorganising my deep dark stash. He was a gift. And super cute.
Never did make that pie…

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