Archives for the month of: November, 2012

but you’re the pilot.
According to The Script. [From their song This= Love]

Doesn’t seem that plain to me sometimes. Not in my script anyway, not this week/month/year…
More like out of control and hijacked by v. cute junior terrorists.  Am I allowed say that word?

vintage white pie bird early bird plane clock aeroplaneHow did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?

Dr. Seuss

So my little Lily aged 4.5 was in her first Ballet Concert yesterday and danced/ stomped her way through a dress rehearsal and 3 performances in one very hot 33 °C day [tutu much?]

Though she was in sweltering brown fluffy polyester teddybear pants and hot pink spangly singlet [for a version of a magical toyshop] here’s my tribute to a little Ballet. It’s my favourite take on pink.

An unknown solo piece.

Meakin pink bowls

Classical Meakin.

A fine tea for tutu.

Settle petal.


What do you think of pink? Amazing how many little girls naturally love it.

johnson brothers old mother hubbard plate_childrens nursery rhyme

black martini glass olive cocktail fork
Someone, who is not me, is not here right now but instead, attending the Sydney Skyfall premiere. Bonding over Bond. [Thanks Kath].
Me: shaken, not stirred. Doesn’t matter, I’m entertaining, someone, something, an idea, another glass, a bath…
Whatever, doesn’t 007 drink beer and wear wifebeaters now anyway?
Hmm… no solace in that.

The result of being super hot and ultra cool simultaneously. Also fresh.

pastel colour ice-cream cups

And flavourful. Love that American word. So advertising-y.
Like rich creamery butter.

Cath Kidston bunting I made for Lily’s room with remnants bought on Ebay. They all slide off, being the indecisive Libran and part anal Virgin ? Virgon?  it took me some time to get the combination to my satisfaction. I have about 10-12+ metres of stars, spots and stripes. [Not into her flowers]

plastic bakelite vintage scoops and stripy ice-cream spoon
Bakelite green scoop, vintage blue plastic, Playskool and stripey spoon.

Vintage Dr Seuss, car boot sale Coffs Harbour [It’s opener there…]

Oh, The Places You’ll Go
Lithograph on paper.
I want this for my daughter’s room so badly. Its $820 unframed. Eek. Vintage pastel tupperware Sixties candy colours

I could host my own vintage Tupperware party: just the tip of my ice-coloured-berg.

tall stripey pastel egg cup and spoon spotty plate vintage
More stars, spots and stripes

Vintage swizzle sticks. How cute is the little blue golf club?

Bought all together at Mona Vale Salvo’s. I wonder who collected them? I’m sure they had fun doing it.

Vintage Cocktail forks, you can buy these from my shop. If you fancy a little forking.

vintage pastel cocktail fork retro plate crown lynne

The colours are luminous, pastel yet almost neon.

A present from my gorgeous Father In Law, who is nothing like Abe Simpson. Though I wouldn’t mind, I love Grandpa.


Painting Cordoba Sandy Cash
Painting today. But not the fun kind. It was a wall, though not this one.

In the words of Liz Lemon aka Tina Fey. I want to go to there. [again] Cordoba España not the carport Australia.


So many categories!

Andy Warhol would complain during his nearly obsessive daily shopping regimen of antique stores, galleries, auction houses, and flea markets.

Though best known as an artist, Warhol was also a passionate and informed collector of unlikely antiquities and offbeat Americana. He began to collect seriously in the mid-1950s and continued to do so until his death in 1987. During this time period he was not only incredibly busy making art, but he was also collecting everything from cookie jars to contemporary art. He collected Fiestaware, World’s Fair memorabilia, Art Deco silver, Native American objects, folk art and he often acquired large collections as well—Hollywood publicity stills, crime scene photographs, and dental molds. All reflecting his interest in Pop Art and his inspiration: consumer culture.

vintage mcdonald happy meal snoopy dolls

At times I think, ‘Oh God, I wish I could be more focused’ – only collect bronzes or Sèvres boxes or something like that. Yet what’s a man to do?  So much beauty. So little time.

John Rosselli.

I  found this quote in an old issue of Country Style [Dec 2009] while, ironically, trying to cull my massive collection of magazines.
Never having heard of Mr Rosselli [I am not in the habit of collecting antiques, bronzes or whatever those fancy sounding boxes are] but the collection of beauty hit home. So I did some investigating [aka googling] and found this article on him @ belle

I like massing objects. I’m known for blue-and-white porcelain. A group of boxes—small, large—looks great on a table. …we collect white porcelain objects—ducks, chickens, fruit. Buy things individually, and before you know it you’ve got a collection.

So now I am gathering a collection of quotes on the subject of collecting. I’d better find 5 because…

One is junk, but five is a collection.

These are words to live by, or maybe a clever way to justify the early stages of becoming a hoarder. For me, collecting is a passion. Thankfully, becoming a collector does not take a large bank account or an extensive knowledge of period antiques. Start building a collection by focusing on what you have a passion for. My collections seem diverse on paper—clocks, china, kitchen utensils, seashells and garden wares, just to name a few—but there is a common thread that ties them together: colour.

Melinda Graham
Vintage Living Magazine. 


5 miniature blue perfume bottles

I have only one rule: seek out beauty and meaning in everything, then embrace and display it. Even the most humble and everyday of objects can be transformed.

Sibella Court
From her beautiful book Etcetera etc.

Sibella, one of Australia’s most well known stylists and collectors clearly doesn’t have minimalist [or dusting] issues…
Check out her finely curated home.


What’s your favourite collection? If you’re  like me and love collecting, you may have more than one [understatement!] Please share…

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An empty mug in a state of bitterness…

Possibly my most unAustralian Melbourne Cup ever.

No bet. No frock. No beer. I even missed the race thanks to inconveniently timed school pickup.

But considering my past form and track record I’m probably out in front. [My technique of picking by sheer name wouldn’t  have had me winning in a Green Moon.] So cheers to that.


Manifesto courtesy of Megan Auman

Not new. Classic though.

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