Archives for the month of: May, 2014

3 cool cats retro seventies siamese cats copy 2This tall super hip cat wasn’t lonely for long. I picked him up in the country. At  the Gresford Billy Cart Derby as a matter of fact. Quite racey indeed.

But he quickly moved on to a new home and left the lovely ladies behind. These [dare I say it?] pussies are a bit too far gone to be resold, bearing numerous chips and bust up scars. They’ve lived hard and been well loved. The spicy stories they could tell…

retro cat shakers detail copy

My husband questioned why I had bothered with cheap damaged goods but when am I ever going to find another purfect [sorry] circa 1950s pair? Possibly never. I love them faults and all.

And so does my little girl. These still cool cats take up their next life, possibly the 9th on her window shelf with another vintage cutie I accidentally decapitated. Kitty got Kragled [AKA Superglued] and voila, gets another chance.

three vintage retro cats on the shelf

They look like angels from up above…
Jerry Leiber & Mike Stoller 1958, Three Cool Cats


It may not be however, considering my noisy feisty messy six year old’s bedroom, as quiet as the Pooch’s retirement in my office. God help them…



HOLLY HOBBIE sewing machine- copy

Busy is the happiest way to be.

Apparently. According to Holly Hobbie, uber earnest maxi-bonnet wearing writer/character from the 1970s. My oldest sister had a rag doll. I wished I did. There were others but I only collect the blue girl.

HOLLY HOBBIE china vases ornaments3 2 copy 2HOLLY HOBBIE china vases ornaments hor

Yeah they are quite twee but sometimes in the battle of nostalgia versus design, innocent memories win. As they should. Who wants to live in a meaningless catalogue of objects?


Other Amish-undertoned spruikings include…

Start each day in a happy way

Memories are made of joys that last [um, derr?]

Friendships make the rough road smooth

A true friend is the best possession

Happy is the heart that loves the simple things…

Amen sister






So it’s possible if I actually want to sell more of these for Mother’s Day that I should have done this post at least a week ago, but ‘as a busy Mum’ [an advertising sales pitch that makes me cringe however true it may be, juggling 2 jobs right now, #eek but #good, I am better when I am busy, decisions are easier] obviously I didn’t get it done. Till now.

But there’s still plenty of time for local shoppers and loads more where these came from. Watch this space.


I did get this done. An ad in the local Pittwater Life magazine. #yay

vintage pretty bone china tea cup candles

And then there’s these…Pretty nice huh?
Bonus cups. An added extra to these lovely vintage fine bone china tea cups and saucers: locally made, hand poured Coconut scented soy wax candles. #yum

And once it’s burned, what remains is not some bland container destined for landfill but a beautiful, functional, one-off collectable object.

This is the gift that does keep on giving. Recycling and repurposing in fine form.
And clichés in abundance…

Happy Mother’s Day ladies. May your cup runneth over.



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


pink poodle at Venice beach

Salt and pepper don’t get to shake it much anymore. Out of flavour and replaced by the bland grind[er] of modern daily life.

PINK poodle salt and pepper palm tree copy copy

Discarded after a lifetime of table service somewhere, this well preserved and fabulous fifties item enjoy a spicy retirement, content with a new life on the shelf. My shelf. [Not for sale]


So where will your current Salt and Pepper Shakers be in 50 years? My grinders are definitely not heirloom pieces. Not even good looking enough to live life in the open, they get hidden away in the cupboard after every meal. This pink poodle and outrageously cool zebra chair shaker set is another story. A much cuter story. But I do like grinding fresh black pepper and Himalayan pink salt…

Sorry poochie, at least your looks saved you.
But you always knew that anyway didn’t you?



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