rehashing a new world

Things cant be too bad in this shaky little world of ours, when hundreds of fabric hungry, craft trippers of all ages and stages can joust about respectfully in an old Scottish society hall, intent on securing themselves some recently unearthed  and possibly never seen before textile treasures.

OR

One has to wonder what this world is coming to when hundreds of (mostly) women turn up en masse under the proviso of topping up their sewing supplies and then lose all sense of grace and...

I for one, grossly underestimated the popularity of the stash rehash event (not having attended the first) and altho I arrived half an hour early I quickly found myself exploiting my baby girl and her need for an impending nap as a means to advance in the queue (what crafty mother in her right mind wants a meltdown coming from the backpack at a pivotal point of spotting and seizing some must have haberdashery curio) 

Anyways I was in and out in half and hour and spent $25. Lots of denim, linen, seersucker (who's not a sucker for seersucker i ask you?!) and a really old supermarket bag (that took me down memory lane and down to the stall I had as a kid at the local supermarket selling coconut ice and hokey pokey to raise money for telethon). It was full of green cord half sewn into a pair of very rude pants (ermm, what was  thinking? But I guess given that it was a dollar and the place was writhing/teeming with women burying the heads into mounds of material with their bottoms poking high up into the air, I wasn't thinking clearly.  

I got the little lady home and down for her delicious nap while I got to examine the loot I amassed from the fast paced sporting event that was as frenzied as a mexican wave in a gladiatorial stadium. 

To conclude;

You have just read an unedited post that I am going to be so audacious and weird as to post because A) it quite accurately sums up both sides of the crazy/wonderful stash rehash experience for me and B) quite frankly I havent the energy or inclination tonight to edit this lengthy and bloviating slurry any further C) the lure of chocolate and a dvd in bed awaits me and D) I'm pretty sure no one is really reading these posts of mine anyway (except for you simone, you made me dinner at MY house when I was exhausted, I love you)

resurrected part 2

$2 pram from a church fair. Gave it a good jiff and sewed up a new seat for lamby.

This is the same fabric I've used earlier here. Take a closer look...

...it tickles. Can be bought from Bolt of Cloth.

Another metal chest. Now a real pirates chest.

Op shop'd picture frame which has a new matt to fit its lovely photo. Image can be bought here 

or here

Found Oak chair: Reupholstered in

..."bud-da byes" 

Resurrected

Today I spent a wonderful hour or so pottering around in the garden. Actually it was technically more like fluffing around. But it was a gorgeous day and I wanted to soak up the colours and bask in what is usually overlooked as being hard work done and dusted. It struck me that a lot of what stands out in our garden has been resurrected and tarted up in some way. I like the surprises that an economical eye finds in something formerly rejected and forlorn.

Above is an old watering can re-licked in bright red, op shopped wire hanging baskets, vintage horticultural society black pots, and our old hot water cylinder.

below are the two deck chairs scored on two different occasions on the side of the road. 

An old metal chest home to our many pairs of outdoor shoes, jandles, gumboots etc keeping them dry and out of direct sunlight. And a wine barrel direct from the winemaker!

An old wagon wheel for definition 'acquired' by someone else. 

Another side of the road score, some old Avery scales... just for decoration and a wooden spool/wire reel as a table for a cuppa.

clever man idea.

The old wood basket that had unwoven itself now covered in concrete and sculpted into a planter.

the other half of the cylinder.