…so wonderfully wonderfully wonderfully wonderfully pretty …
Love cats? The Cure.
These shakers need a new home. help here
Hello kitty. Down and but not out.
A chip [or two] on the shoulder but this bankable beauty has 9 lives.
For now I’m one of them.
Not broken in pieces
Like hated little meeces…
This single cool cat’s already moved on. And not in search of his other half.
Looks good on the shelf or at dinner.
it’s the grooviest thing…
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A revival for Throwback Thursday.
I’ve used this link before. I love Lucille…
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Vintage Mikasa Tempo Eighty plate or platter? Doesn’t matter.
Use it, hang it. It’s all pure pastel goodness. choose this before it go-goes.
Am not religious per se [I trust in Good] but I do believe the universe provides.
Whether it was divine co-incidence or happy accident, a little battered/ AKA preloved 1971 edition of The Voyage of The Dawn Treader came my way, without effort, Saturday morning, the day after this post boy division: covers.
3 down 4 to go…
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Did you read the Narnia Chronicles? I did. Lots. Probably at least three times each as a kid, once later as an adult before kids [BC] and then again with my son.
It’s hard to keep him interested in a lot of my childhood favourites, the divide seems so wide now. Wars, air-raids, real hardships not involving flat batteries, being free to wander off God knows where all day, bags of lettuce, no TV. Positively the dark ages…
But The Magician’s Nephew was successful. It was my favourite of the series. I’m trying to collect the covers I remember and loved. This edition is from 1978 and features the original captivating artwork of Pauline Baynes who’s internal illustrations still feature in newer editions.
So far I have come across this and The Silver Chair [1973]. Which is my second favourite chronicle. And then The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe obviously [SEO hello] I guess I could try Electronic-Bay as my hubby calls it. But I do love the stumble upon.
You can buy a boxed set here.
C [Clive] S [Staples] Lewis believed a children’s story is the best art form for something you have to say.
So what do you say? What was your favourite? Or any other books you can recommend for a screen loving 8 year old that doesn’t involve psychotic flatulence would be greatly appreciated.
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According to the language of floriography sending the iris is a message of power.
Flower power then…?
Floriography was quite big in Victorian times, because they were all so bloody repressed I guess. Secret messages were often delivered in floral terms.
Anyway it’s not only the colour of roses that mean something, and I don’t mean how much cash you’ve got to spend, though if you send 999 roses to say: I will love you to the end of time, you are indeed also saying hello, I’m pretty awesomely cashed up, how ’bout it?
Twelve roses means Be mine, 13 apparently Friends forever. Good to know. However send me 12 or 13 roses of any colour and you can be mine good friend forever til the end of time. Thank you, come again.
FYI: 1 rose of any colour = simplicity or gratitude.
So I found this info here, if you
a] don’t believe me,
b] are inclined to learn more about the age old art [developed by the Turks in the 17th Century] of flower meanings or
c] want to learn what unconscious messages were delivered this Mother’s Day.
Hoping you had a day of Peonies [good health & happiness] and did not recieve Geraniums. [You are childish]
Not that it’s such a bad thing. I like childish. You may have noticed…
Better late than never: [Forget-Me-Not] click to arrange delivery of these arrangements if you so desire.
blue mid-century jug & handblown glass irises
Confession time. I have a bit of cheese fetish going on. Cue salivating, Homer Simpson style, head rolled back, the dripping drool, indecipherable murmuring. You get the nasty picture.
I can’t call myself a connoisseur by any stretch of the imagination. Hell, like Liz Lemon with the Don’t Over-think It: Sara Lee Frozen Cupcakes concept I’ll happily settle for a wheel of Blue Castello from any decent supermarket anywhere… more salivating.
But stepping into a Fromagerie in Cannes, France was beyond my wildest, crazy cheese dreams… Overwhelmed by all those varieties, wall to wall Fromage, some with fur, yes, not just mould, real hairy fur, I’m talking 2 -3 ml long. Hardcore for me and my 50 shades of cream existence.
I asked in my lamest Franglaise for la Brie? All I could think of in that heady moment. There were 3 varieties. Mild, Some Taste and a Lot of Taste. A little intimidated but feeling adventurous I admitted I like Some Taste.
Well, it was good. Strong but très good. I put that away with une baguette sil vous plait and my mini swiss army knife, half way through I discarded the tool, tore off chunks and slapped them together on the bed in the hotel.
A sticky frenzied experience of du pain, de brie and husband no where in site.
But…not sexy at all. Creepy even…
I went back later for some blue and tried the milder brie. Again with the salivating.
It would seem I have a penchant for little forks too. Heh. Love it when I pick up these quirky little tools for parties hopefully, photos definitely.
vive la différence.
Fromage glass cheese platter larg & cheese knives buy
2 x Fromage glass cheese plate small $20 set
Cheese picks & holder hire only
ur = urbanrustic.com is finally a fully functioning site. yay. yay. yay.
Please please please take a look, let me know what you think and if you could kindly flick my link http://urbanrustic.com on to any like minded friends, family, colleagues, strangers that would be outstanding.
And of course feel free to buy, buy, buy.
I know a lot of you lovely regular readers are clever collectors but you don’t have to spend hours picking and lurking through dark dusty places, you could let me and my experienced eye do it for you.
If you’re not a collector but want something more original than modern vintage-esque homewares made in China, consider the real things…
They’re not new new [except the Flamingos] but I think it’s time we got over our obsession with Brand New.
Newnesss fades pretty quickly and then a lot of stuff remains mass produced, unremarkable and replaceable forever. Such a waste when there’s so many authentic cool totally functional products out there waiting for a new life.
And proceeds don’t go to some massive e-corp. They go to Luke’s soccer fees, reluctant violin lessons, Lily’s dancing, swimming and Occupational Therapy. [She’s a leftie] Sandy’s thrifting and coffee habits. Sometimes yoga. Wine…
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So much more still to be come [witness all my categories below] but inevitably I had to stop looking, comparing [there’s so many clever people out there in this wide wide world of web it can be intimidating] and do it before I question my sanity one more time. After all, it’s quite a lot of effort to go to for one off products. Surely this isn’t practical?
Turns out it’s not so much, but then I have never been a practical girl…
As the cliché goes, it’s a labour of love, my baby, and I want to watch it grow, elvove, probably not change the world but hopefully my life. Part of the dream is a shop /gallery one day as, being a designer/ wannabe artist/stylist/photographer I love the display. For now, I’m online.
A lot of care is taken with packaging and presentation and though I can’t offer free shipping, urban rustic is all about freebies. And they are pretty good.
While you are at it, check out my super patient friend and designer Michelle Lorimer who pulled the whole website together. A total nightmare I’m sure, to have a designer as a client. And she got me out of a disappointing, expensive, money-down-the-drain situation with a Freelancer.com. Another example of why small, local business and real, genuine people make the world of difference.
And finally [hmm, you would think I am getting some kind of award, the Overly Long Blog Post Award perhaps?] thanks to all you lovely peeps for the support and comments you give. I love the talented little community that the urban rustic blog has opened up to me. I’ve enjoyed hearing your stories and watching you grow also. Whatever happens, wherever it takes me, I aim for fun times ahead. I hope you stick around. ur most welcome.
Cheers Sandy xo
So much to say but just want to fall back into these pictures and sit quietly.
Have never understood how a downer came to be the blues.
Unless of course, you are leaving…
Lucky I had this to come home to. Sydney, you’re alright…
and I bought a little bit of Italian cobalt love to keep on my bag forever.
[Also more blue suede shoes, uh-huh]
Ciao bella
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