It’s Monday evening here in the tumbledown house – four evenings since I last posted – omg! What’s happening!
I’ll tell you what’s happening! I’ve lost my camera – well, kind of. The Nikon D80 that Julian bought 18 months ago, over which I freaked out because it cost thousands of dollars and why did we need it when we had a perfectly good Canon Powershot, has been reclaimed by its Master and Commander and taken out for dinner – and left behind! – reclaimed and then taken to Sydney on a business trip and I’ve been left with the Canon Powershot. And I’m not a happy chappie!
I was going to do a photo tutorial for Robyn on the flying geese. Then I was going to show you the latest blocks I’ve finished for the Amish Sampler, then I was going to give you updates on Running Through the Maze (including a FAB new border design, that of course required the purchasing of more fabric) and Hawke Run Hollow. But I can’t. Because, the Canon Powershot is really, really ghastly for taking photos of little bits and pieces inside. Really ghastly.
Just so you know what I’m talking about, I’ve taken a few desperate photos of some vintage finds from the Paddington Antique Market on Saturday. Mum and I were on a mission, searching for antique crystal champagne glasses (the kind that look like the perfect breast – was that James Bond? – not flutes) and a silver plated Art Deco serving tray. After traipsing about Brisbane for several hours we did indeed find these items, and I, of course, found loads of treasures that were longing to return to the tumbledown house with me. Limited funds ensured the purchasing of only three goodies – I’ll have to go back for the rest!
So here’s the divine little birthday candle holders, still in original box with disintergrating cellophane and one short of the promised dozen.
These were quite an amazing find! I saw something VERY similar at Angry Chicken’s the other day and so fell in love that I followed her link to the Small Object – and then wailed at the price. Thus, I couldn’t believe my good fortune when I saw these little fellows sitting in a locked glass cabinet surrounded by busy Saturday shoppers – I almost made Mum stand guard whilst I went to find a shop assistant in case any fellow Angry Chicken readers appeared and declared their intention to purchase! Now I have to confess (snigger, snigger), that I paid less for these 11 then the previously mentioned emporium are charging for 1! However, mine are a wee bit tatty – never mind we’ll just take special care and I may even repaint the pink soldiers – the pink has almost completely lifted off, the rest of the colours are fine. (I did try to take a close up of one sweetie but it would have sent you all running for new spectacles)
And here’s my carbon neutral egg and cream beater – also known as The Swift Whip. I used to have my grandmother’s but I hate to confess, I lost it. I don’t know how, but I did.
What an awesome kitchen tool – looks straight out of Edward Scissorhands, has red wooden bits, is years and years old, makes a marvellous whirring noise, uses no electricity and does a smashing job. Perfect!
And finally, a cute as Golden Book …
… you’ll have to wait for nice images of the pages – there are so many great illustrations with catchy titles such as “Watermelons to fit all pockets”, “Never rub your eyes, except with your elbow” and “Do not squeeze me till I’m yours”. I shall make cards out of them – but rather than chop up the book, which is too lovely for such sacrilege, I shall scan them in and print them out.
So there you go. I’m stymied until tomorrow – Julian is under strict instructions to come straight home from the airport tomorrow morning before going to work, so as I can snatch back MY camera.
Nikon D80, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways …