SO HOT + SO COOL + SO MODERNE
Model Maggie Tabberer says: Look! My New Moderne pyrex ware really lives up to it’s name…
Everything about it is in tune with today – so bright and so warm…
Woman’s Day September 1975.
That fab pattern. And the warmer kills me. Crazy insect like Atomic structure.
Still holding up over 40 years on though getting harder to find.
Ready to party.
$70 + post
Summer’s ready to burst on the scene here in Sydney and across the country the bbqs are cranking up.
Time to get saucy again bro. There’s much to celebrate.
You say tom mate o. I say tom ahto
but we all say this is the Kiwi Sauce Bottle, don’t we?
The tomato shaped dispenser is a retro icon from the 1950’/ 60s used by Watties for years in New Zealand. Now classic Kiwiana. Even been seen on Happy Days at the Cunningham’s kitchen table apparently.
Source: The Good Store
and it’s all about the squeeze people
One good one is all you need. There’s a reason some things endure, and it’s quite often design. One squirt = one serve. Be elegant in your portions. Control waste. Trust the mechanism.
And while I’m dishing out info like a google pro, what’s the difference between Tomato Sauce and Ketchup? From what I can pick up its definitely more sugar, and less important, less vinegar. Seems it’s hard to go back once you’ve had Ketchup, but I’ve been to America recently eating way too many french fries with ketchup and I’m not hunting it out in my local supermarket.
Totes happy with the original. But liking ketchup is not a mis-allegiance to the Aussie or Kiwi flag no matter how you slice it. Found this funny forum thread here in Poh’s Kitchen FYI.
extra sauce:
Remember the tomato joke from Pulp Fiction?
And to source these quirky saucy tomato based products [purchase or hire]
click here
Ketchup later, ey?
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.
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
Inscribed:
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
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.
Gertrude Stein
Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?
Albert Camus
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
Clint Eastwood as Harry Callahan, Sudden Impact
Best coffee movie scene ever shot.
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I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
T.S. Eliot
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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 🙂
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.
Urn it.
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
Sandy
in Newport shop this week
interested? ask here
Moving and packing and school holidays all at once.
Could be losing it if I wasn’t careful. Hate to lose these super cute vintage cases though. Some are for sale, some just for display in the new shop. I’m almost there… Opening soon.
The one with the little blue corners is a very close match to one I took to Kindergarten. Damn, I wish I had kept it, same applies to my doll Lily. Thirteen year old Sandy thought she was too grown up for dolls. And old school cases.
Now I am actually grown up [well most of the time, add alcohol and I’m not so sure] I realise you are never too grown up to keep your childhood favourites. Like Mr Burns and Bobo, some things money can not buy, for others there’s Ebay and settling for close enough.
Customers may be disappointed that certain cases are display only/ not for sale, and I am sorry about that, but seriously they are
a] becoming harder to find
b] expensive even for me to buy
c] and I like them, so… if I am to sell them, I need to make a decent margin, otherwise why bother? May as well keep them
and
d] more meaningful than storing things in plastic tubs from the $2 shop. IMO.
Don’t you think?
The littlest brown Globite case belongs to my husband. It was his kindergarten port [does anyone get when I say ‘port’ some people understand, others look at me with empty expressions. It’s short for portmaneau and ye old English in origin.
Anyhoo, his mother was smart enough to hold onto it and it stills stores his lego from a lifetime ago. Also love the original Dymo label. And the stickers. Irreplaceable.
Love that the briefcase up the back, the leather one, is Vintage Ikea. No, it’s not an oxymoron, it belonged to my friend Nina, was her Father’s and it also has his name, a six digit phone number and Stockholm Sweden in Dymo label. Uber cool.
In closing, vintage suitcases are worth keeping for display, storage and nostalgic purposes.
The navy Airlight above, holds old Gold. Vintage Golden Books that is.
A cute stack I picked up in a regional op shop on a short trip [AKA offloading of the children] to the Grandparents. Such fabulous illustrations. And fabulous In-laws.
In my case it’s more likely to be neat as in cool not neat as in tidy.
Hope to see you soon xo
Yes, the sunlight’s fading but contain yourselves Sydney. Don’t get SAD. Store some cool stuff in a happy place and brighten up the grey wet winter coming too soon #notready
Waechsterbach West German Canisters in yellow and black [sold already but now regretful, they looked so nice and sunny on my sideboard d’oh!…but they couldn’t have gone to a happier home, sounds like a cliche but seriously could not. ] They had been sitting inside the sideboard as I didn’t have the lids for so long, like over 2 years, and would you believe when I was finally spurred into looking for a keen customer, on Ebay around the corner, literally 5-10 ks away and on my way home later, they were also available on buy it now? And the seller responded straight away. I had my lids which did fit, what are the odds really? There were no others for sale anywhere in the world the same size. Solved and sold within the hour. Wait what did I just do? Ah… sweet yellow sunshine come back…
Leadlight sun mirror from Camden markets, NFS, it’s super cool but only small fry. Wanting a big sun god. More of that later… Anyway the super sweet Hornsea Stripes and Pineapple jam pot are good to go. But may not last. You can grab them here
Pyrex casseroles, this pattern’s often called Sunflowers though it’s actual name is Daisy, according to Pyrex Love. These two went fast, also gone before I had time to think. But always chasing more.
So, looking on the bright side… Worshipping our new Sunburst mirror. A souvenir of my time working on The Block. Shaynna Blaze decorated a room in Hollywood Regency style for the tv show Open House. See it [and my graphics ] here. Of all the new retro style mirrors out there, this one IMO, is the super hot shining star. Shaynna nailed it. I caught the last one, sorry people. Got it from Mezzai. They may get more.
Not new but catch this
Eyes closed, could swear it’s Tim Rogers. No, it’s Doves = brilliant. Big new fan.
THE SUNFLOWER MAIDEN
There was once a beautiful water-nymph called Clytie. She had wonderful golden hair, and every day she used to come forth from her pool, and comb it. It fell around her face in great waves, and shone in the sun like gold. Clytie loved the warmth of the sun. She used to watch for Apollo’s chariot to come through the gates of heaven every morning. Then the world was flooded with the sunrise, and hills and valleys rejoiced. One day Clytie saw Apollo driving the sun-chariot. He wore his dazzling crown, and his face shone fair and bright. He was strong and handsome, and held the reins of his four fiery horses firmly in his powerful hand. Through the sky he went all day long, driving the horses along the middle way. Clytie watched him, and admired his strength and his beauty. She was sorry when the sun-chariot entered the western seas, and was lost to her. Darkness came over the earth, and Clytie shivered. She returned to the water, and dreamed of the bright young sun-god all night long. The next morning she arose before dawn, and stood by the side of the pool, watching for the return of Apollo. Soon a golden light tinged the eastern sky, and then the sun-god came forth once more. Clytie watched him eagerly. All day long she followed his course, sighing when he returned to the west. The little nymph fell deeply in love with the handsome god. She thought of him and of nothing else. No longer did she return to her pool at night, but stood waiting in the darkness for the first golden gleam to appear in the east. She longed for Apollo to see her, and to return her love. She felt certain that if he saw her waiting for him, he would come to her with loving words. So all day long she watched and waited for him to see her. She combed out her pretty hair so that it hung round her face like a sheet of gold. It gleamed in the sun, and shone so brightly that her sister nymphs came up to her and stroked her head. But Clytie paid no heed to them. Always she watched for the moment when Apollo would see her and smile. But the sun-god did not turn his head. He looked straight before him, keeping his fiery horses on their difficult way. He did not see Clytie of the golden hair watching him with loving eyes. Day after day the nymph saw Apollo drive out from the eastern sky, mount the heavens, and return to the western seas at night. Her face turned to him wherever he went and followed his course all day long. For nine days Clytie watched the sun-god, and never once did she take her eyes from him. She had no food and no drink, save only her own bitter tears. Then, on the ninth day, when she would have moved, she could not. Her feet had become rooted to the ground. Her arms and fingers were green leaves. Her face, with its halo of golden hair, had become a flower! Clytie was a sunflower. She could neither speak nor weep; but still she turned her golden head towards the sun, following his course the whole day through. And from that time to this all sunflowers do the same their pretty golden faces look always towards the sun-god, as he drives his golden chariot through the sky.
Ancient Greek myth retold by Enid Blyton in Tales Of Long Ago
A book my mum gave me Long Ago. My son read it recently and he loved it too. Will keep forever. Second Edition. Love these seventies Enid Blyton hardcovers by Dean & Sons. They bring back warm happy memories.
So cool aren’t they?
I’m no naturopath by any stretch of the imagination but I head to the Fruit & Veg shop over a Chemist when I’m not feeling well. Am a big fan of simple natural remedies which come in their own organic packaging.
I’ve been drinking half a lemon in warm [NOT hot] water in the morning for years, it’s been a habit for so long I had kind of forgotten why… clearer skin, a liver cleanse and better digestion but turns out there’s a whole bunch of other benefits:
Lemon has anti-inflammatory properties [which explains why lemon & honey is an enduring cold and flu remedy. I’ll get to that in a sec]
so it’s good for joints, and muscles
aids in proper functioning of the nervous system
cleanses not only the liver but blood, blood vessels and arteries.
Lemons contain good amount of electrolytes such as potassium, calcium and magnesium so added to water helps hydrate your body naturally.
Lemon in warm water first thing in the morning [best to wait half and hour at least before having tea or coffee] is good for heartburn, pregnancy, gallstones, kidney stones, bowels, tooth pain and
if you will believe it: water with lemon prevents cancer as cancer cannot thrive in an alkaline environment. I found this info here.
If you can’t stomach the tartness adding a teaspoon of raw [health food shop or organic] honey is not going to hurt at all as honey has great health benefits too, and holistic practitioners consider honey one of nature’s best all-around remedies.
The benefits of a teaspoon of honey and half a lemon in warm water according to naturalcuresnotmedicine.com are:
reduced weight
energy
purification of the body
antimicrobial effects
helps with coughs or head colds
immune strengthening
accelerated metabolism
helps with constipation
calms the nerves
removes bad breath
Pretty much the same claims as 20 Unbelievable Reasons To Start Your Day With Lemon & Water…
Benefits-of-honey.com says fasting on honey and lemon-juice, an alkaline food, is highly beneficial in the treatment of obesity. It moves deposited fat, which gets used as energy and purifies the blood at the same time. Pretty sweet if it’s true.
And of course, sip on a lemon & honey drink when you have a cold or flu. The anti-inflammatory properties of both, the vitamin C of the lemon and the anti-bacterial nature of honey do their biz. I also grate in garlic [anti-bacterial and immunity booster] and ginger [pain relieving, antiseptic and antioxidant] Source www.organicnutrition.co.uk
I can vouch for the healing powers of honey. My mum saved a lot of sheep which had been savagely attacked by a stray dog on the family farm by covering the many life-threatening wounds with honey. Flies stuck and died in the thick sticky mess [preventing further infection] and the anti-bacterial properties of the honey healed the sores. The local chemist gave her that valuable piece of information. True story.
So when life hands you lemons treat it as a good thing, add honey and get lemon aid or add sugar and alcohol and make Limoncello. Take your pick. Both guaranteed to make you feel better.
Cin cin [Good health]
This week: I heard and fell in love with this INXS song all over again. Those lyrics. Was it written for Kylie?
I finished re-reading The Alchemist a nostalgic favourite I first read after a trip to Spain. Also did some successful globe spotting. Funny how it all comes together… So what is successful globe spotting? Not as much fun as globe trotting but it’s nice to look at the world, any way you can. To me, with globes, kind of like annoyingly catchy Meghan Trainor, it’s all about that base. Oh and the blue. Not so much a fan of ye olde worldey sepia tones.
And then today, Happy Anniversary to my own Personal Legend. Sixteen years ago, I was standing. You were there…
One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving. Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist
But before I go, I want to tell you a little story. A certain shopkeeper sent his son to learn about the secret of happiness from the wisest man in the world. The lad wandered through the desert for forty days, and finally came upon a beautiful castle, high atop a mountain. It was there that the wise man lived. Rather than finding a saintly man, though, our hero, on entering the main room of the castle, saw a hive of activity: tradesmen came and went, people were conversing in the corners, a small orchestra was playing soft music, and there was a table covered with platters of the most delicious food in that part of the world. The wise man conversed with everyone, and the boy had to wait for two hours before it was his turn to be given the man’s attention. The wise man listened attentively to the boy’s explanation of why he had come, but told him that he didn’t have time just then to explain the secret of happiness. He suggested that the boy look around the palace and return in two hours. ‘Meanwhile, I want to ask you to do something,’ said the wise man, handing the boy a teaspoon that held two drops of oil. ‘As you wander around, carry this spoon with you without allowing the oil to spill.’ The boy began climbing and descending the many stairways of the palace, keeping his eyes fixed on the spoon. After two hours, he returned to the room where the wise man was. ‘Well,’ asked the wise man, ‘did you see the Persian tapestries that are hanging in my dining hall? Did you see the garden that it took the master gardener ten years to create? Did you notice the beautiful parchments in my library?’ The boy was embarrassed, and confessed that he had observed nothing. His only concern had been not to spill the oil that the wise man had entrusted to him. ‘Then go back and observe the marvels of my world,’ said the wise man. ‘You cannot trust a man if you don’t know his house.’ Relieved, the boy picked up the spoon and returned to his exploration of the palace, this time observing all of the works of art on the ceilings and the walls. He saw the gardens, the mountains all around him, the beauty of the flowers, and the taste with which everything had been selected. Upon returning to the wise man, he related in detail everything he had seen. ‘But where are the drops of oil I entrusted to you?’ asked the wise man. Looking down at the spoon he held, the boy saw that the oil was gone. ‘Well, there is only one piece of advice I can give you,’ said the wisest of wise men. ‘The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world, and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon.’
Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist
Peace.
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