Monthly Archives: February 2013

How to Sew a Kangaroo Quilt…

No, I am not working on an australian adaption of a chick flick…. Todays accidental bargain is a kangaroo quilt, one of those items that you cant believe is still just sitting on the op-shop table….

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Definitely not a floor rug, hand quilted sections of good quality hide which were then stitched to a heavy piece of felt… It is about single bed size, so I will assume that it is made to be used as bedding, in a very “Game of Thrones” bedroom maybe… It has a retail tag stitched to it…. The company of J.Pearcey of Pitt Street Sydney… That would place this rug as being made in the 40s or early 50’s, as I can find no record of the company after that… the last mention is this help wanted ad from 1948…

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It is likey that this was just the retailer and not the manufacturer, Pieces similar (identical) seem to also be found with manufaction labels from “missions”… This would mean that the quilt was probably hand stitched by Aboriginal women under the direction of  missionaries… Hermannsburg produced many of these types of item. but without un-stiching the hide from the felt it would be hard to say for sure…

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Old School Desk…

Note that is old school and not Skool…. Seems the more determined I am to thin out the stuff I have, the more determined the god of bargains seems to become…..

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This is a full size one, not the kiddy size version…. I even fit into it, with a squeeze (more exercise less food mantra repeated here)….. I bought this on saturday afternoon, and sold my drafting table two hours later so I would have room for it…. It needs a full restoration and up-cycle tweak…. Luckily a full restoration in this case involves removing the wood, painting the frame, sanding and waxing the timber and some new hinges… I will also install a power board inside for charging laptops and maybe a USB hub in the inkwells…. So it will look old school, but it will be a functional place for the kids to use and store their laptops… I do like the idea of them using the internet where I can see them, and this could be the solution….

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The Other Boot…

That internal tension that destroys sanity…. Waiting for that second thump so you can relax again…. I suspect I have an octopus living upstairs, and hopefully last night was boot number eight… It has been a good year for boots, those wonderful emotion boots hitting the ground with a thud. The sound scares you at first but when you get over the shock of the unexpected, and realise what made the sound you can calm down. Though not to much of course because you are now listening for the other thump….

I had an old boot thump a little while ago, when a relationship that was dented and on flames, was put into a new category… The thump came in the form of a single sentence in a text-based argument…. and once it had been sent I knew that nothing about the person I had cared for was left anymore… I wasn’t sad, I wasn’t angry… and after the initial sting, I was free of one of the things that was holding me back…. The freedom of no longer factoring someone into your life was almost intoxicating…

Last night another thump, from a slightly more attractive boot… I was in a very dark hole last night… I wont go into it because I am not the self harm type, but lets just say last night was darker than I usually go and it scared the hell out of me… I reached out to someone for help, what I got was pity… I don’t like pity…. I don’t blame the person, they have every right to take a little satisfaction from watching me twist…. But it was a very loud thump…. Luckily I passed out from lack of sleep……

So I woke up this morning and things seemed less black…

I drove… I drank coffee…. and I listened to dreadful 80s music…. It seems that like in many a John Hugh’s movie, the right soundtrack can give you the emotional montage you need…. I am not claiming some great evolution or spiritual epiphany. It is so much simpler than that, I have heard the boots of closure thumping… and now I hear the sounds of a straining metaphor….

Tomorrow I have one more of these touchy feely blog posts, I think I will anyway… I have been working on it for a week, and since during that time I was being a bit dark, I will need to look at it again to make sure it still holds true….

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Vintage Biscuits…..

I have been a bit under this weather the week…. or under a blanket really… My little girl has been snotty and unwell, and of course she has shared it around a bit… So I am sick and grumpy and as melancholy as self indulgence will allow….

“As ofttimes as it rains on my little spot of earth, you’d think I’d grow accustomed to the gloom.” 
― Richelle E. Goodrich

The gorgeous younglings are off with there mother this weekend, which is good for them as I can be grumpy when sick… but it is bad for me as without them my melancholia has no distraction… So if anyone needs me I will be hiding under a blanket… Emerging occasionally for for a pot of green tea and aspirin…. I had planned on taking a trip to see a movie or an art gallery, but wallowing is more likely…

I did buy a chair…. c1955 Sebel Fold-A-Bye Advertising chair for the Arnotts Biscuit company…. They who make the Tim Tam…. I could use a Tim Tam right now…

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Patience…..

Not the guns and roses type…. I was going to paint some chairs black to go with the table I made for the verandah a few weeks back…. But it seems patience (or laziness) is its own reward…. For $5 each I found some chairs that where already black, and made of metal (Replica-Emeco-US-Navy-Chair-in Aluminium – RRP $150 each)…

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Total cost of my outdoor setting $18 and some time…. It should last me several years and is completely made of things people threw away….. Its a very wasteful world we live in….

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