(lovely) Stuff and Nonsense

It's not all dodging vomit bags, soiled nappies (I didn't mention those did I?) and weirdo's round here. There's always some lovely, somewhere, like:

this little Italian planter



and this little

Japanese one. Atop a 'Franco Cozzo' hall console - a recent find from a Garage Sale.

Anth and I have always referred to this kind of tacky rococo furniture as "Franco Cozzo furniture" (we say it with an accent of course!) 

Franco is a Melbourne icon. A legend, no less. It was Anthony who introduced us, because I'm a Perth girl and we didn't have him here. 

Never heard of him?  Watch this, it's a classic.

 

                                                                                                                            

                                                                                                                         

Lovely is also finally, after years and years of neglect, giving this little marble topped table (from Anthony's childhood home in Singapore) and these rickety old Brentwood chairs the attention and makeover they deserve

                                                       

                                                      

so that we can actually use them!

(lovely also = vintage Adelaide tablecloth)

                                                                                                       

Lovely is finding someone flogging their wares on Gumtree with a sense of humour                                                                                                                                                                                            

                                                                                                                                                    

Well I think it's funny, we're quite fond of our fart jokes in this house - obviously. 

                    

Sixty dollars. Here's the link if you're interested...

                      

                                                           

And it's spending a night at the thee-atre with your girlies

                                                      

                                                     

this pic was taken before the usher shone a torch in my face and told me no camera's allowed! That ceiling in His Majesty's Theatre is a fake btw. It's all tromp l'oeil, and

I can't believe its taken me this long to notice. Maybe that usher knew I was going to spill the beans...                        

                                                   

and this one was taken during my scuffle with said usher as she wrestled the camera from my hands.

Only joking! I don't know what this is...actually.                               

                                          

This house is lovely too                              

                                                          

it was known as The Party House in its heyday and it's for sale at the moment. I wish we could buy a house as awesome as this one for the same price in Perth. It's in South Australia which is practically next door when you think about it...that drive across The Nullarbor each day would be a killer commute though.  More info and pics here  (that tapestry looks familiar Carmel)                                                                                                 And what's not lovely is Blogger. Typing this has been a nightmare, especially for a Virgo like me. Nothing is going where I want it to! Maybe this computer's on the blink...I'd be the last to know. Or maybe it's just me? There will be no tea towel tomorrow at this rate! Giving up now before I smash something!!!                                                                                                    

  

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