Time is speeding up, isn’t it? Everyone else got the memo but mine must have gone straight to spam because I was completely unprepared for the last fortnight to disappear without notice. What even happened? What did I do? All I can really remember is the last weekend because on Saturday, my band finally held the dinner dance for which we’ve spent half a year rehearsing and on Sunday, the Chef and I went on a little adventure for the first time in ages.
Our destination: Garfield, which is somewhat of an improvement on its original name of Cannibal Creek. Even though I would happily head to a small town in the country for no reason whatsoever, this time I had a purpose and it came in the form of the Garfield Heritage Winterfest Antiques Market. Oh, and an op shop in town that was opening on the Sunday, too.
Did I find a treasure or two? Of course I did! The market was a little smaller than I was anticipating but I still managed to point out some very old packets of darts to the Chef and score myself a fold-out sewing basket. My best find was this:
I hadn’t even heard of Enid Gilchrist until the last month or so but ever since I started learning about her, I’ve wanted to get my hands on some of her books. They’ll cost you around ten or twelve dollars on eBay or Etsy, so I was rather excited when the lady running the stall told me all the ‘magazines’ were one dollar each. Unfortunately, all of the others were for children’s clothes, which seem to constitute around ninety-five percent of Enid’s publications, so I only ended up with this one but I was rather happy with it nonetheless.
My favourite part of that cover is the creepy-looking boy in the background. I can just imagine one of the girls whispering through her smile: “Margaret, can’t you tell your brother to get off the fence and stop looking at us? I swear I can feel his eyes through the back of my head.” The poor kid probably got roped in because someone finally noticed the book was meant to be for boys as well and he just happened to be nearby.
Our next stop was the op shop in town and I’m tempted to say it was even better than the market. It was packed full of people, to the delight of the ladies running the place. Country op shops are always my favourite and not just because they tend to sell lemons at the counter. This is what I took home with me:
We also found a book entitled Cooking with Eggs for my sister-in-law, who is currently in the process of accumulating every cookbook ever. Oh, and we picked up a couple of lemons for good measure.