Decor plastic servers Japanese tray

Sadly not 1956 iconic Danish designed Herbert Krenchel Krenit salad servers. They’re 1970s Decor plastic made in Australia. Replica but vintage.

So what’s vintage? 20+ years is the general consensus. Being old isn’t enough to make something valuable, but it does help. Observe the Zoo Line Kay Bojensen ‘inspired’ AKA knock-off teak monkeys circa 1950s, now selling for almost the same price.

I doubt these cute orange plastiques will ever appreciate that much in value but until I feel comfortable paying in the vicinity of $75 for a pair of the original salad servers [which is probably never] I do appreciate their useful good looks.
I’m quite fond of old Decor, [but not as much as this guy] and the deceptively cool, genuinely retro faux bois [fake wood] Japanese tray.

Fake it til you make it? What do you think of replicas?

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And to finish…for your viewing pleasure comes more classic faking. Enjoy xx

Seinfeld: The Mango 1993, Season 5, Ep 1

 

I won’t ask about that one…

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bodum eggcup vintage plastic tray toy eggs copy spoons and vintage egg cups timer toys turquoise orange copy vintage bunny timer pink melamine ornate egg cup decoration easter presentswhite milkglass mug waechtersbach eggcup powdercoated spoon copythe chicken and the egg toys

A chicken and an egg are lying in bed.
The chicken leans back smoking a cigarette, satisfied.

The egg grabs the sheet and rolls over saying
Well, I guess we finally answered THAT question.

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egg cup and bandaids etceggs in chicken wire basket vert  humpty dumpty vintage egg and nordscan double egg cup copyall eggs in basketwaechtersbach west germany tomy chicken box vintage egg toy tallegg timer china rooster vintagechina bird ornament egg insideFiggjo Flint Lotte Turi design egg cups

The Breakfast Club set Bessemer avocado melamine copy 2

Thrown together: vintage Bessemer set available here

AVOCADO melamine hollywood jug and tea cup and saucer turquoise copy
Classic Hollywood plastics [well the jug anyway] , a mis-matched but good looking  collection of individuals.

Dear Mr. Vernon:

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong, but we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us… In the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain… …and an athlete… …and a basket case… …a princess… …and a criminal.

Does that answer your question?
Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club.

 

decor plastic orange jug tang glass vintage murano

Straight out of That 70′s Life…

Genuine 1970s Tang 1 Litre glass jug/ pitcher

Orange retro vintage Tang Jug cu lid PRICE

This time around fill it with something containing a little more Vitamin C.
Like water. click to buy

growing boys need Tang

 

and if you want more super cool retro Decor
funky orange plastic jug for sale here

retro orange white Decor jug + PRICE

or here:
Urban Rustic 6b Robertson Rd Newport NSW Australia

 

Did you do Tang? The misconception is it was invented for astronauts. Not so says Wikipedia. Sales did take off when it was used by NASA for manned spaceflight programs however.  According to Buzz Aldrin in 2013: Tang sux.

I don’t remember what it tasted like but the jug does fill me with some happy nostalgia, particularly for a time when the more sugar that got into my mouth the better it was.

Cheers.

smiggle Orange Juice carton glasses
Smitten with this OJ carton pencil case from Smiggle. Activates all my novelty and stationery taste buds. And it’s orange! The new black.

Hard pressed to find cute vintage juice glasses these days. And making up sets? Forget about it. Pretty much. A local op shop volunteer said single glasses or uneven numbers generally get trashed. And not just trashed, smashed to save on tip fees. Oh the waste! No one wants odd glasses apparently. Not even for camping. But what about me? The oddly obsessed…

plastic juicer jug orange glass and bottle copy

I say let go of your uptight matchy matchy assumptions people. Embrace the individual character and beauty of random pieces.

vintage mismatched juice glasses Savour the differences. They can be unified by colour or size, or not.

group vintage juice glass collection

More less fruity but still juicy combos. I’m married to Mr Matchy-Matchy so these are going in the shop.

Lemon juice vintage yellow glass fruit straws salt and pepper lime

So what’s your taste?
Nothing wrong with same-same, just don’t fear the oddness. 

Cheers :-)

white strawberry milkglass plate copy copy
Let me take you down… [and back]
to a berry [pardon the pun-net] strange place where fruit and space intersect

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So one dimensional = flatness. Like these images now on your screen. Or a line on a piece of paper.  1D thing needs a 2D object to exist. 

nothing is real…

urban rustic fields strawberry fields 2d

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2D= x & y, width & height with a lack of depth.
..it must be high or low

Yeah I know, technically this actual plate of strawberry has some depth

but it’s all right
that is I think it’s not too bad…
that is I think I disagree…

it’s unreal

strawberry 3d grid new

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3D = x, y & z , width, length & depth

I think I know I mean a yes…

So what is  4D?
The fourth dimension = length, width, depth and time
known as Space-Time
The Beatles may have been on this plane at one point or another.
Observe Example A:

urban rustic fields strawberry fields scales NEW

This trippy little number measures weight not space or time, but no matter,
nothing to get hung about…

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Lyrics:  Lennon + McCartney = Genius

 

The faithful bull Arabia jug Finland

One time there was a bull and his name was not Ferdinand and he cared nothing for flowers. He loved to fight and he fought with all the other bulls of his own age, or any age, and he was a champion.

His horns were as solid as wood and they were as sharply pointed as the quill of a porcupine. They hurt him, at the base, when he fought and he did not care at all. His neck muscles lifted in a great lump that is called in Spanish the morillo and this morillo lifted like a great hill when he was ready to fight. He was always ready to fight and his coat was black and shining and his eyes were clear.

Anything made him want to fight and he would fight with deadly seriousness exactly as some people eat or read or go to church. Each time he fought he fought to kill and the other bulls were not afriad of him because they came of good blood and were not afraid. But they had no wish to provoke him. Nor did they wish to fight him.

He was not a bully nor was he wicked, but he liked to fight as men might like to sing or to be the King or the President. He never thought at all. Fighting was his obligation and his duty and his joy.

He fought on the stony, high ground. He fought under the cork-oak trees and he fought in the good pasture by the river. He walked fifteen miles each day from the river to the high, stony ground and he would fight any bull that looked at him. Still he was never angry.

That is not really true, for he was angry inside himself. But he did not know why, because he could not think. He was very noble and he loved to fight.

So what happened to him? The man who owned him, if anyone can own such an animal, knew what a great bull he was and still he was worried because this bull cost him so much money by fighting with other bulls. Each bull was worth over one thousand dollars and after they had fought the great bull they were worth less than two hundred dollars and sometimes less than that.

So the man, who was a good man, decided that he would keep the blood of the bull in all of his stock rather than send him to the ring to be killed. So he selected him for breeding.

But this bull was a strange bull. When they first turned him into the pasture with the breeding cows, he saw one who was young and beautiful and slimmer and better muscled and shinier and more lovely than all the others. So, since he could not fight, he fell in love with her and paid no attention to any of the others. He only wanted to be with her, and the others meant nothing to him at all.

The man who owned the bull ranch hoped that the bull would change, or learn, or be different than he was. But the bull was the same and he loved whom he loved and no one else. He only wanted to be with her, and the others meant nothing to him at all.

So the man sent him away with five other bulls to be killed in the ring, and at least the bull could fight, even though he was faithful. He fought wonderfully and everyone admired him and the man who killed him admired him the most. But the fighting jacket of the man who killed him and who is called the matador was wet through by the end, and his mouth was very dry.

“Que toro más bravo,” the matador said as he handed his sword to his sword handler. He handed it with the hilt up and the blade dripping with the blood from the heart of the brave bull who no longer had any problems of any kind and was being dragged out of the ring by four horses.

“Yes. He was the one the Marqués of Villamayor had to get rid of because he was faithful,” the sword handler, who knew everything, said.

“Perhaps we should all be faithful,” the matador said.

Ernest Hemingway
first published 1951, Holiday Magazine

Afterword:
The iconic and long-standing Finnish bull jug by Kaj Franck for Arabia,
image designed by Anja Juurikkala circa 1954-66.
For sale here

Now that I have your attention…make love image urban rustic
Valentines Day.
Do you do it? You’re not alone if you whisper no. We don’t much anymore either. After 20 VDs you build up an immunity.

Why should corporations tell you when to show love? Do it everyday. In little ways. It doesn’t need to cost money. You could just spend a little time…

love heart measuring spoons retro flower tray
A heap of love. A pinch of joy. A dash of tenderness. A spoonful of affection. Small measures of kindness…

love mug breakfast in bed

simple gestures can melt hearts…

love heart shaped fondue

Patch things up where you can.

love patch

I once heard a lovely little lady, a veteran of many many years of marriage, say in a radio interview the secret was to

Just keep loving. 

Suggesting long-term love, like happiness is a choice. A decision.
I’m certainly no expert on the subject. What do you think?

 

Dale Carnegie, author of the most popular work of non-fiction of our time [according to my 1961 edition]  How To Win Friends And Influence People [first published in 1937 and Wikipedia says, has sold over 15 million copies world-wide] claims love disappears in little ways, nagging, berating, a lack of courtesy given to strangers no longer used at home, inattention etc that kills it slowly.

’tis not love’s going that hurts my days,
But that it went it little ways.
Edna St. Vincent Millay

Here’s Mr Carnegie’s
Seven Rules For Making Your Home Life Happier
This section from the original book was cut from the 1981 revised [more PC] edition.

  1. Don’t nag.
  2. Don’t try to make your partner over.
  3. Don’t criticize.
  4. Give honest appreciation.
  5. Pay little attentions.
  6. Be courteous.
  7. Read a good book on the sexual side of marriage.

Love is.. what you make it by Kim left

xo

retro playmobil teak viking treehouse toys corkscrew

You can hang out with all the boys …

An all toy boy lineup for the not-so new generation,
featuring from the left:

Paddy Playmobil circa 1974+

The mid-century Viking [he's an-teak]

Chef, a seasoned pro, an old salt, yes, he has sailed the seven seas…

Village boy Hans Hummel, one of my regular figures, a celluloid phoney

Kay Bojensen wannabe, corkscrew, circa 1960s

And the not-so macho Aviator of the Little Tikes Toddle Tots family

AKA Chunky

They want you as a new recruit…
The Village People, 1978

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