The Treasures of Garfield

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

Treasures from the Past

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

Vintage Style or Completely Mad?

There’s a special kind of craziness reserved for vintage knitting patterns.  It was that very craziness that attracted me to collecting them in the first place.  Yes, that’s right: I began collecting old knitting patterns because I adored their insanity, not because I had any plans of making something from them.  This changed, of course, but I honestly think I never would have picked up my knitting needles again if it weren’t for the glorious madness I was accumulating in every op shop I visited.

The sixties and seventies are my favourite period, although the fifites deserve an honourable mention for their men’s pattern books where gentlemen are either just standing around, casually smoking with shotguns hooked over their arms or they’re sitting in a comfy chair while their women bustle around them, tending to their every need.  As nutty as that may be, it doesn’t hold a candle to the multi-coloured crocheted men’s vests of the seventies or my all-time favourite sixties pattern book, which I call ‘Shenanigans in the Library’ and will one day share with you and you will understand everything.

Op shops rarely disappoint when it comes to providing me with these treasures, although sometimes I’ll walk out with nothing, having found only a desultory smattering of rather bland nineties patterns.  Other times, however, I’ll come home with a handful of awesomeness and this was the case last weekend, when I paid a visit to my local op shops and came home with this: Continue reading

This Week

If you asked me to tell you what the past week has been about, I would probably say ‘knitting’.  Or, more likely, KNITTING OH MY GOODNESS IT NEVER ENDED.  And even though the knitting was worked in amongst some pretty awesome other things, it was always there.  Always sitting there, with its deadline lingering somewhere close.

But I am here to tell you that I met that deadline.  In fact, I took it by surprise and arrived a day early, which is always irritating to every host who is not expecting you for twenty-four hours and is still in the middle of preparations.  Alas, I did not care, as I had finished my dad’s present and now had some free time in which to revel in this joyous feeling.

I made use of said free time by switching back to one of my other knitting projects because it turns out that too much knitting is never enough.

When I wasn’t knitting, however, I had a chance to visit some op shops and find a couple of treasures that just beg to be shared.  So here they are.

Firstly, we have this knitting book from the 1960s, which I found in an op shop in Rye.  Not just any knitting book.  Oh no.  It’s…  Well, have a look for yourselves. Continue reading

The One

Sometimes, you just know there’s an absence in your life.  At certain times of the day, you feel it most – that lack; that empty space that won’t be filled.  You know you’re missing The One.

One magical day, when you’ve stopped looking (when you’re trying to pretend you don’t need The One at all) – that’s when you’ll find The One.  A glimpse out of the corner of your eye.  A fluttering of your heart.  Could this be it?  Is this The One?  You know it must be, because The One feels just right in your hands – as though you were made for each other.

And it holds exactly the right amount of tea. Continue reading