Archives for the month of: November, 2013

eucalyptus oil yellow spatula cleaning copy

Almost too late for a spot of/ on spring cleaning… just scraping in, where did that time go?
I like to think I am a pretty clean person though my husband might try to change your mind… it’s true housework does my head in [so Groundhog Day!] but restoring objects to their former glory puts me in a happy place. Customers in my shop often ask ‘are these replica?’
I take this as a compliment because I like these lovely vintage objects to look as good as new [or better than today’s made-in -China new] and I don’t want to be a musty cluttered junky space. Unless of course there is a gorgeous patina showing so much history and years in the making, for example brass, I leave these well alone.

Here a few old favourites for clean shiny brightness.

I can’t stand stickers on things, I’ve been a label peeler long before I started drinking beer. I need to get all that tacky sh!t off, like now!

Eucalyptus Oil is the best sticky residue remover. Go Aussie!  This versatile natural product has so many great qualities. One of them is not, however, as the myth would have it, making Koalas stoned. They do sleep a lot [up to 22 hours a day] because Eucalyptus leaves contain toxins and take a lot of energy to digest, but they are not high. Except for high, from like being up in trees, off the ground you know…

Umm, off on a tangent already…
So this amazing cleanser will clear your head, and more.  It’s brilliant for colds, flu, aches and pains.  [Diluted inhalation and external use only]  It’s also a natural antiseptic and deodoriser. Cleans floors, spot treats grease and other stains and is really good for washing woollens and clothes in general. Add some [a cap] to warm water. Simple.

gumption magic eraser cleaning yellow

Erase permanent texta and pen marks [among other stains] with a little Gumption and or a Magic Eraser.
Both so effective. Wipe it all away.

I apply my personality in a paste.
Clementine, Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind

gumption magic eraser cleaning yellow result copy

I’m no Shannon Lush or Lady Macbeth but I also know a thing or two about making fabric stains a distant memory.
There’s nothing like a little sunlight to get out that maddening damn spot. Or to brighten the soul for that matter.

If it’s a rusty spot you need real sunlight, a lemon and salt. Squeeze on the juice, add salt and leave the material outside for a few hours. This works, trust me.

sunlight lemon juice and salt copy

If it’s grease or paint or anything else, try Sunlight in cake form. Sorry to say, you can’t eat it. But it is good… Pure Aussie Sunlight. Soap that is, made in Australia, still. Gold! There’s a reason why it’s still going strong after all these years.

 lemon dish and sunlight soap

Ah, peaceful happy goodness.
But just don’t clean your life away…

yellow spatula angel copy

Dust If You Must

Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better
To paint a picture, or write a letter,
Bake a cake, or plant a seed;
Ponder the difference between want and need?

Dust if you must, but there’s not much time,
With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb;
Music to hear, and books to read;
Friends to cherish, and life to lead.

Dust if you must, but the world’s out there
With the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair;
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
This day will not come around again.

Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it’s not kind.
And when you go (and go you must)
You, yourself, will make more dust.

by Anonymous

pyrex warmer orange retro shapes NEW

Like the weather these days. Hot as, followed by hail, the loudest thunder I think I have EVER heard, bushfires and then freezing get-the-blankie-back-out temps, Sydney is the new Melbourne, Four Seasons in One Day…
What is going on global warming? Summer is ten days away.

vintage orange pyrex warmer candle

Speaking of warming…

How ridiculously awesome is this little number? Put a lit tea light candle underneath to take your burning Pyrex love from oven to table. Yep, so hot and yet so so cool…

But it did take some effort, as all mega hotness and super coolness does. When I bought the warmer it came with an ugly speckled brown dish. So ugly I nearly didn’t buy the thing at all. Stoked I did, when months later I found this awesome retro baking dish at Brookvale Goodwill and a lonely lid that fitted perfectly, several weeks afterwards at an op shop in Cessnock, NSW.

And voilà. I’ve seen a similar one for sale on ebay [though I like this pattern better] for about $55 delivered. Mine cost me a thrifty $23. Not sure I can bring myself to sell it. Pyrex is getting so hard to find.

Now I need to organise some fabulous retro fondue and pot luck soirée.
Without The Ice Storm…


In the words of Ned Flanders
…get out the crayolas and colour me Tickled Pink…
to have some so-gorgeous-it-hurts macramé hangers in stock handmade by über sharp Melbourne artist Phillipa Taylor of Ouchflower.

YELLOW Ouchflower macrame hanger plant

Pippa creates dip dyed, to die for hangers, tassels and wall hangings. You don’t need a retro pad either, they suit any modern bohemian plant-loving home. These hangers twist the whole kind of ug seventies craft into groovy hipster beachy chic. So hot right now.

Available in Yellow, Teal, White and Peach at URBAN RUSTIC Newport. But limited numbers, so get in quick.

TEAL  Ouchflower macrame sunburst clock

Now just hanging out for my airplants to land…


all good things are wild and free Henry David Thoreau copyThrowback to a previous post freebie where I photographed a journal I bought at those almost incomprehensible in size weekend Bangkok markets. Thinking not much of it, only that I liked the quote

All good things are
wild and free

by Henry David Thoreau, moreso than the artwork, and that I like and use notebooks. A lot. [And yes, they were cheap] Turns out it was an image stolen online from illustrator Katie Daisy. And by me photographing the notebook and putting it on my blog I was [unwittingly] unauthorisedly using her copyright protected art. Driving Miss Daisy a little cranky. Fair enough. We are all trying to make a living without being ripped off. I pulled the post.

But I wonder if poor Mr HD Thoreau, long gone and out of copyright, [1817 – 1862] would like to contact half of the quotation-into-wall-art-world from the grave for over-use of his intellectual property?

all good things are wild and too free Henry David Thoreau

I launch so many of my images out into cyberverse fully aware they are may be used for God knows what. One look at a stats page to see what random searches peeps do to get to an urban rustic page is quite mind boggling and often amusing. Rustic porn anyone? Yes, it was there once. They must have been disappointed… I wonder what exactly is rustic porn? Is it shabby, banged up sex? Or does it involve unhygenic partly rusty industrial implements? Anyone?

So… back on course…
I did a bit of watermarking for a while but half the time I forgot and the other half didn’t like the look of it. So whatever. It would be nice to know people link with love
 link with love logo
and credit where credit is due but it’s the chance you take being online I guess? What do you reckon?

glass bird square

The scene is memory and is therefore nonrealistic. Memory takes a lot of poetic license. It omits some details; others are exaggerated, according to the emotional value of the articles it touches, for memory is seated predominantly in the heart.

Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie

blue glass dolphinsblue glass snail

Little articles of [glass], they’re ornaments mostly! Most of them are little animals made out of glass, the tiniest little animals in the world. Mother calls them a glass menagerie! Here’s an example of one, if you’d like to see it! . . . Oh, be careful—if you breathe, it breaks! . . . You see how the light shines through him?

Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie

art glass creatures kiwi and swan

JIM: Aw, aw, aw. Is it broken?

LAURA: Now it is just like all the other horses.

JIM: It’s lost its—

LAURA: Horn! It doesn’t matter. . . . [smiling] I’ll just imagine he had an operation. The horn was removed to make him feel less—freakish!

Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie

 vintage glass animal ornaments avon bottles

So what are we going to do the rest of our lives? Stay home and watch the parades go by? Amuse ourselves with the glass menagerie, darling?

Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie

 two art glass swan figuresclear glass turtle square

OK so I should probably fess up, I have not seen or read this play, before you give me credit for being cleverer and more well read than I am. I do like to read and spent my country childhood with my nose stuck in books and magazines, but my knowledge of the Glass Menagerie lay in the title and having heard vaguely of Tennesee Williams. He also wrote A Streetcar Named Desire. That’s why…

I am, like the character Laura however,  a bit of a loopy collector of glass animals. Not so emotionally fragile though, which is the significance of her collection.

Curious about why I do. I think it started with the girl with the dolphin taboo.  And now because I have so much colourful happy mid-century art glass  in my shop these cute little guys fit in. Nice to pick up and hold and really have no purpose other than to be beautiful and nostalgic. Normally I like a bit of functionality but craftsmanship and quality seem to be undervalued these days. Don’t you think?

God is in the details.
Ludwig Mies van der Rohe

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