Still buzzing from my guest post on www.interiorsaddict.com. Jen does an amazing job/blog, it’s a stayer, and gone from strength.
Unlike some of us [pfft my last blog entry was in September]…
Check it out if you haven’t already.
The case for shopping local in our online world
Throwing in a few extra shots. This is my new shop. Urban Rustic. 1/371 Barrenjoey Rd Newport Beach Australia
If you’re in the area I’d love for you to drop in. UR welcome.
On the eve of an international family trip of a lifetime #yay I’m at work, thinking globally
in the meantime I can browse the wide world on my desktop,
old skool style
or enjoy this super cute vintage Fisher Price airport I bought to distract the little people from my art glass, turns out it really moves the grown ups. Memories are priceless [aren’t they?] and linger long after the jet lag. Thank goodness.
See ya round.
I can’t work out why people throw out odd numbers.
It’s like, Oh no, now we don’t have a complete set the rest are cursed. The even police might look in my cupboards and see we are a little odd. Get rid of it, stat.
So what is it with odd numbers? Why are they considered dodgy?
A survey done by Alex Bello for The Guardian concludes it takes our brain longer to process odd numbers. Literally more thought provoking. Universally though, our favourite number is 7. Go figure.
The Power of 5 is big in Japan. Co-incidentally this mid-century Schmid Kreglinger espresso set is Japanese though the name sounds anything but.
Embrace your oddness people. Think of it as a set of 4 with a lucky spare.
In the meantime if it bothers your naturally human symmetrical tendencies, I’ll take one away till I find another.
Timeless classics. Like myself. As in I have no time.
[Missed getting these out before Father’s Day]
Not such a drama, no time limits here.
And these old boys are well preserved.
A Lad Of Grit, 1928 or earlier based on the inscription
Champion Annual For Boys 1953
Daily Mail Boys Annual, undated, illustrations suggest 1950’s/60s
Oxford Annual for Boys, University Press 1937
MCMLXV = 1965
Dean & Sons, circa 1960s
A Power Boys Adventure 1965
Wishing you a happy birthday. With love from Auntie “Sadie”
1st December 1961
To Dear Linda from Mummy 24/10/52
Go Linda. Hope you had an adventurous life.
Biggles Fails To Return
Third impression 1950
and this is my hands down favourite cover
They find it all, a different story…
there’s also this, the original
RIP Ian Curtis
Grouplove everybody. Clearly
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
Extracting old files. Time poor. Caffeine rich.
Urban Rustic now serving coffee. And it is good #coffeeup = code for enable dynamic functionality
Coffee is a lot more than just a drink; it’s something happening. Not as in hip, but like an event, a place to be, but not like a location, but like somewhere within yourself. It gives you time, but not actual hours or minutes, but a chance to be, like be yourself, and have a second cup.
Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?
Can I offer you a cup of coffee-flavoured beverine?
Yes, I take it grey with creamium.
The Simpsons, Season 9 Episode 2
The Principal and the Pauper
Go ahead, make my day.
Clint Eastwood as Harry Callahan, Sudden Impact
Best coffee movie scene ever shot.
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
That’s the lovely Kat. Local Barista. She’s made my coffee for years in various coffee shops on the Northern Beaches. It’s so fun to have company in the shop and ridiculous to have someone to say to, can I have a coffee? and it’s like the best coffee. Leftfield Old Fox. Love it. Really smooth. Not bitter. Yep like Scarface I’m gettin high on my own supply.
Come in if you can. If you say you read this you can have a free coffee, ruby chai, organic tea. Whatever.
I’d be stoked. Cheers Sandy :-)
while we wait for summer [and not the Donna version]
want some hot stuff baby?
Seventies Pyrex warmers. Tea light candles keep it heated at the table.
Eat your heart out.
Cathrineholm enamel Fondue set. What can I say? Her stuff is on fire, hard to get and comes at a price.
Won’t let this one go til after my opening soiree [or never] but I have more to offer. This is just a taste.
Lookin for a place for some hot love? It’s right here, right now.
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.
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
in Newport shop this week
interested? ask here
Vive la révolution.
A recycled Bastille Day offering… [sold]
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.