I may not have posted much here lately but you wouldn't have to be a genius to know that I'm still thrifting, still haunting secondhand and antique shops for those special little treasures. Here's what I've dragged home lately.
Found this lovely old 2 piece pink and green enamel cistern and basin at The Vintage Advantage. French, 19th century, in working condition. It will eventually go outside when the gutters are replaced, the walls are painted, a pergola has gone up and the garden has grown some more. Ha! Sounds like a long time. I'll tell the story of how we have no money to continue renovations another time ;) In the meantime this little sweetie is sitting in the breeze way. Maybe I'll hang it there. See the cane wrapped, leather strapped water bottle next to it? That's a vintage holy water bottle from Lourdes. 1950s we think. Still full of the "blessed" water. The rubber seal has perished shut. Won't mean much to most but to an ex-catholic, religious kitsch loving atheist like me it's a gas. Not new but I don't think I've shared it before.
Crappy iPhone photos I'm sorry but I never seem to have my camera to hand these days. Grab the phone and shoot except my phone is a bit dodgy in low light. Bright light no probs. Like here where I've snapped my latest white West German pottery vase, a present from the lovely Katherine from The Old Boathouse. Bright light crisp white. Love. Couldn't resist a night snap after I had moved a lamp, a pen and ink drawing of mine and pulled the African mask over to "vignette it up". The cabinet is a red cedar wash stand from a judge's chamber in the old courts in Brisbane and the surveyor's sticks have been around for a couple of years now. I like how all the graphic elements work together. Can you believe Kelvin wrapped that lampshade frame in rattan strips for me? Clever bugger.
My last find is this tapa cloth. I've been hankering after one for ages and finally spotted it in a thrift store this week. It's over 2m long and I'm planning to stretch it over a canvas and add it to a wall in the living room. More graphic, tribal madness. Layers on layers on layers. That's my mantra although some of my friends suspect it's just an excuse for hoarding. In years to come when the paramedics and firemen rescue me from under a collapsed pile of crap in a room with barely a path through they'll find me muttering "layers on layers on layers."
Lots of hard work. That's what I've been doing for the last 12 months. Along with my business partner Areta I started a catering company Feast & Co and have taken over the catering lease on The Ipswich Club, a grand old dame of a house built in 1916 and designed by George Brockwell Gill. Weddings, parties, conferences, training days, private dinners and breakfasts on a Sunday as well as offsite catering. It's not a glamorous life I lead. I meet with brides, I clean, I set up functions, I break them down, I clean, I sometimes help with the cooking, I clean, I scheme and plan ways to style the private functions, I struggle with the paper work, the emails and the phone and I clean. The first year of a small business means doing lots of the menial jobs if the business is going to grow.
The pictures are of a drinks and canapés function during the week. 120 teachers from a local private school coming together to celebrate the start of the new school year. These are the few I managed to snap before they arrived. I never do seem to snap very many during a function. I'm always running around serving food, pouring drinks and ... cleaning. It's not a glamour life I lead ;)
French. Enamel. Late 19th century. Pink and green and two piece. And I love her ... or him because I don't know the French for this wall mounted cistern and hand basin combo and we all know how strict the French are on their gender. A present from Kelvin after I spotted it in The Vintage Advantage. I'm thinking on a brick wall ouside somewhere. Maybe near the staghorns and elkhorns we are tying frantically to palms and plonking into tree trunks. I must take pictures. We managed to get our hands on a huge old elkhorn that fell out of a friend's tree.
Sorry for the bad photos. My iPhone is just crap when it comes to sharp snappy pics. I have to cheat and use DSLR pics in some of my instagram posts. Well I used to but most days I'm too lazy to drag out the digital camera, download, upload, reload or whatever.
P.S. If you live in the Ipswich area have you been to the Salvo's plant stall on Saturday mornings? CHEAP! That bird's nest fern was only $12.50. Rush to the Bundamba church (or are they called halls or tabernacles?) There's always a sign out on the highway when they're there. Ferns and indoor plants, bedding, herbs, natives and flowers. We're hooked.
It's a cliché I know but where did the time go? So many things have changed in my life and so many haven't. I have a new "career" as a caterer and function co-ordinator. A new business in a new old house that for the past 12 months has sucked up all my time. That's it above and below. The Ipswich Club. More to come on thet soon I promise.
Not much has happened around home. Maintenance on an old house often sucks away the funds needed for the pretty stuff. Just today we are getting new guttering and downpipes to stop water flooding down the walls in the kitchen and breezeway during torrential downpours (and haven't there been a lot of those around here lately). Those of you with old houses will know that there will often be an initial rush to get the basics done then a time of settling in, of getting used to the old girl, of hatching plans and dreaming. Perhaps I fell asleep because it still seems to be all dreams and not much action. Maybe this year :)
So my apologies for neglecting this page and you. Here's to a new year and here's to breathing new life into Jo's Page.
...a side of my house your probably haven't seen with shonky guttering and drainage. You can see how the house is half buried into the slope.