Meet my girlies I mean ghoulies...

ghoulie number one a.k.a Adelaide

and ghoulie number two, it's Annabel (and her best friend Jess)

Lovely aren't they...I am so proud.

Hopefully it's still Halloween somewhere in the world...

x

p.s. two posts from me today, albiet short ones. Check out my earlier post for a lovely vintage Melbourne Cup photo...lots of lovely hats  x  

Are you hatting up today?

Members' enclosure, Melbourne Cup

David Beal, Life in Australia 1968

(Have just noiced woman in pink having a fag... hat tick, handbag tick, gloves tick, cigarettes tick...isn't she gorgeous?) 

There's no flies on you guys, that's for sure...

I know Nick's not the only perceptive one out there, but I do especially love her comment on the grandiose, and let's face it, totally ridiculous statement I made on Friday  ie: I no longer op-shop.

Here's what she wrote


Ah, so you no longer op-shop eh...eh? I dare you to say that to me in six months time with total truth, no sidelong glances...no shuffling of the feet, no changing the subject.

Ummmm, shuffle-shuffle, cough-cough...try two days Nick!

I have to admit, I have had a slight relapse. It's time to 'fess up...yesterday I succumbed and bought this

this



and this

!

In my defence I just want to say that it's not always easy when you volunteer in an op-shop to resist temptation. And I have done a marvelous job (until yesterday) I still haven't checked out the three oppies just minutes from my new job, and I've almost worked there for a month!

So on that note, I think I'd better temper what I said on Friday with this disclaimer: 

I will continue to op-shop when the mood strikes me, but I will be extremely selective about what I decide to buy.

I think that just about covers it...you've seen the garage sale pics...I NEVER want to go there again!

I thought it would be fun to end with a tea towel

Have you missed them?

I haven't linked to Sophie's for ages, here goes... 

A quick word on our Garage Sale...

Picture the Boxing Day sales in your mind and you've got a pretty good idea of what our garage sale was like. I'm not exagerrating. Honestly. For the first hour or so it was crazy. Manic. Frenzied even. There was pathos, tragedy, commedy...our garage sale had it all! We were not expecting the crowds that gathered on our verge waiting for us to open. At all. And I wouldn't be lying if I said there was a bit of pushing and shoving as our roller door opened...I know I can blame some of this behaviour on those green and white bakelite canisters. They were cheap, very cheap, but it was a garage sale after all, not a glorified vintage shoppe...and things are meant to be cheap at garage sales, arent they?

Anyway...we sold heaps of stuff, made a tidy little sum and at the end of the day still had enough left-overs to fill at least five good-sized boxes with treasures for Vinnies. We were brutal here and didn't keep anything (almost anything, see below) It was good stuff too, but we wanted it gone and out of our lives (and sheds!) Anthony tells me that alot of it is on display in their front window but because I no longer op-shop (I can't believe I've just typed that!) I am yet to see it for myself.

The nicest part of the day was meeting some lovely bloggy friends...Caroline, Sarah and Em (sorry if I missed anyone, but if you were there you know how hectic it was x) and neighbours we hadn't met before. We also loved giving things away (love doing that) like this basket of "grannies"

which we gave to a neighbour who cares for severely physically disabled children. They are just the right size to keep them warm while they are sitting in their wheelchairs. Lovely. 

I'm also having fun sending a few little parcels of vintagey goodies to people I think might like them...there were some treasures that I just couldn't donate to Vinnies when I know people (maybe you're one of them???) who would love them.

I'll end with this

x

Garage Sale...



thank you and goodnight x

A word on John Waters: BRILLIANT.

We haven't laughed so much in ages. It was shocking, without a doubt, but very funny.  The only downer was that I forgot to bring my camera. This was v. silly because not only did Mr Waters do a meet and greet after the show (how many celebs do that these days?) but also because I was unable to take any pics of The Perth Concert Hall, a beautiful Modernist building I had almost forgotten about.

This photo isn't mine...it's not a particularly good one either (this coming from me!) but it's better than nothing...

The Perth Concert Hall, construction completed 1972

image from here

And while searching for C.H. pics I found this one, here 

I couldn't believe my eyes! It's one of our favourite buildings! Anthony and I have driven into the city (Northbridge) on many occasions just to check it out. On our last little "pilgrimage" (not so long ago) it was still a functioning electrical repair shop. We could see the little old man working away inside through the front window. Now it has been abandoned, probably awaiting demolition...we had dreams, as you do, of buying it and making it our home. Well, that's one dream that's been shattered. Sigh.

Anyway...I am over. Totally. Our garage sale. So no pics today. Instead I'll end with a quote from John Waters

you have to remember that it is impossible to commit a crime while reading a book

for someone described as a shock auteur supreme, he has alot of quite sensible ideas.

I promised I'd show you this photo of me when I found it, and today's your lucky day ( tongue planted firmly in cheek here) It turned up while we were sorting through stuff for our garage sale and it's guaranteed to make you laugh. Please don't judge me.

" What the...!"

I wore this to my primary school fancy dress party in 1970 something...

What was I thinking? God knows! (get it) I could blame my...I'm going to call it...quirky...costume on my Mum, but that would be a lie (and good little Catholic girl's don't do that) because it was entirely my choice. All the other little girls went as fairies, brides, ballerina's etc and what do I rock-up as??? Sister Kylie!

All I can say is I must have been a total loser or the biggest suck-hole ever. Probably a bit of both. Look at me though, I think I look gorgeous. I must've been chanelling my inner Soeur Sourire specially for the photographer. I'm serene, radiant and...tragic!

I did give my outfit a bit of style by opting for my black lace ups over my brown school sandals though, don't you think?

Anyway tonight (and I'd better say a few Hail Mary's before we get there) my husband (Anthony not Jesus) and I are going to see this wild and crazy guy

He is one of Anthony's favourite's (think Hairspray, Polyester, Cry Baby, Pink Flamingos) I don't know what to expect really. I'm looking forward to it though...I'm expecting it to be a bit like a car crash - you don't want to look but you just can't help yourself.

To be continued...

Just a few g.s. pics to end

need a barrel for your biccies?

I may struggle to part with this one though...

x