Welcome back to Take Me Back Tuesdays, where we take a look at the past as revealed through Things I Found In Op Shops. I had a couple of contenders for this edition of Take Me Back Tuesdays, but they were rudely shoved aside when I stepped into a Healesville op shop and found this particular mystery. Continue reading “Take Me Back Tuesdays: Needlework in War-Time”
There are currently far too many boxes in my life. Not to worry, though – they’ll all be gone by Monday because that’s when the box rental company is coming to pick them up. With any luck we’ll have emptied them by then, although ‘putting things in their proper place’ is a stage we may not reach immediately after said emptying.
So yes, we have moved. It’s official. The keys from the old house are back with the real estate agents and we are no longer renters. Here is a handy list of how that feels:
Since moving, we have done the following: Continue reading “So Many Boxes”
Things have been a little quiet around here lately and a lot of the blame can be laid at the doorstep of a huge change I’m doing my best to ignore. I mean, moving house isn’t that big a deal, is it? It pretty much happens by itself, right?
Oh, but it doesn’t and I don’t know where to start (despite moving four times in the past ten years). So I’ve been burying myself in knitting and denial, both of which are progressing splendidly.
In fact, the knitting is going so splendidly that I’m currently in the middle of this: Continue reading “Lost Stitches and Found Photos”
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? Continue reading “The Treasures of Garfield”
We had a plan the other Saturday. That is, I had a plan and the Chef was happy to go along with it. Said plan involved dropping by a local and as-yet-unvisited op shop, followed by a daytrip out to a hopefully photogenic location. Said plan went awry when said local op shop turned out to be closed on the weekends; with the op shop element of the day rudely cut out, everything felt unbalanced and there was only one way to fix it.
We spent the day visiting op shops instead of roadtripping and photographing.
Luckily, this turned out to be the best decision ever because I found some absolute treasures that give me a warm glow every time I think of them (which is far more often than a normal person should do, I am sure). What are these treasures of which I speak? Let me keep in you in suspense no longer… Continue reading “Treasures from the Past”