around the corner
I’ve been looking at art deco sideboards on ebay for a while now. Not that we REALLY need one. But I’m just so fond of them. Especially when they’re blessed with dramatic wood veneers and etched glass and curvy bits. I bid on them – shhh! don’t tell Julian – but I keep my bids really low – figuring that if I was MEANT to have it, no one else would bid and it would be mine!
That has yet to happen.
Last night – after harrumphing over a sideboard that no one else wanted for 7 days, until in the last 2 hours, someone ramped up the price and my future sideboard vanished – pffft! – before my eyes – I trawled through the ads yet again and found the sideboard to end all sideboards - man, is it gorgeous! It has lovely veneer (matches our crafty gentleman’s wardrobe perfectly), bakelite handles, etched glass, the drawers are curved …. sigh! I WILL bid low and hope – you never know. And it would look beautiful in our future home with all my lotte lined up behind its etched glass. But chances are ….
Then, I was driving home from dropping Abby at school. We live in an old part of Melbourne where the streets are perfect grids. If there is oncoming traffic and I cannot turn down one side street straight away, I just drive on to the next and turn there instead. It’s not that I’m dreadfully impatient, but I see this technique as providing plenty of opportunities to scan the footpaths for treasure. This I did this morning – down Burrindi instead of Bealiba. And there! On the footpath! Was an art deco sideboard! Unbelieveable!
Now the thrifting fairies didn’t want to spoil me. It’s very plain, and yes that is a BRICK standing in for the missing back foot. No etched glass. No bakelite. But nice veneer. And lovely rounded corners. Perfect for storing fabric. And those fairies wanted me to work damm hard for this sideboard too. Man was it heavy. So I sat there in my car and pondered it’s potential. Oh why not!
I drove home – the back of the car was FULL of the upholstery samples Abby and I collected on Saturday (I know, I’m so lazy) and I was in a clean white t-shirt. Neither things conducive to lifting a dirty, heavy sideboard into the boot. But more appropriately attired and the upholstery samples now chucked on the hallway floor, I headed straight back and collected my sideboard. And I took photos for you :-) Just so’s you’d see silly lily in action.
Did I mention it was heavy!? Oh it was sooo heavy. At one point I thought I may have to give up – but there’s nothing like not wanting to appear defeated in front of the neighbours to push one on.
And whilst we’re here – around the corner – I simply have to show you the funny brocoli trees. They really are a bit unattractive most of the year round – largely because of the dreadful pruning jobs the electricity folk subject them to. But come late spring – bang! They turn from brocoli trees into cauliflower trees – well, at least most of the tree does. The thing I love about them most is that only the side facing north becomes smothered in flowers. Serious! The southern side may get a little but nothing compared to the northern. Isn’t that gorgeous! Yes, the old brocoli trees know exactly what kind of sunlight they like best. Good for them. And how exquisite are their blooms!? Like the most delicate icicles.
Now, as soon as the fence repair man leaves, I’m going to lift that sideboard out of the car and get to cleaning. Eeeeeee! After the initial thrill of finding it, this is my favourite bit. Oh, why am I waiting? The fence repair man is really small and thin and quite elderly. We get along marvellously well and I’ve heard hours of lovely stories over the last few days about his career, his days as a small fellow in Italy, his love of architecture, Ancient Rome, his dream of visiting the wild animals of Africa, and his family etc. but I don’t want him volunteering to help me lift the sideboard out of the car – it’s too heavy and awkward. I’m much better by myself. So wait I shall. Plenty to do ’til then.