Op Shop Lament

Opportunity Shops, or Op Shops as they are called here, sure have changed.
They used to be run by a local charity or church and were places of wonderous treasures, but times have changed.
We now have the giant ' charity chain stores' in the form of Lifeline and St Vinnies. Now I am not begrudging the great organisational effort of these charities in becoming the largest op shops in Oz, but I lament that treasures are no longer to be found. Anything remotely antique or vintage is whisked off and sold to dealers. We have a Lifeline in our local town Gin Gin and occasionally a little treasure slip through.
The last time I went into the big smoke I made a list of op shops to visit in Bundaberg. The big two had basically nothing. The Red Cross yielded an old book. The Guide Dog shop had nothing much.
The last one I visited, the Brolga shop run for the benefit of local aboriginal people is what an op shop should be. What is donated to the shop stays in the shop.I scored 2 silver plated filigree bonbon dishes, a patterned aluminium container, a peach anodised aluminium lid, an old tin and they gave me some old broken costume jewelry.
These are from the bonbon dishes with some of the bits from the costume jewelery.
The silver plating was not in good condition so a dunk in the patina improved the colour no end.
They kind remind me of an Edwardian high tea. All starched white linen, bone china and elegant Edwardian ladies in soft pale lace.
 
The only piece I have made in ages, but have managed this . . . .
A ROOF! 


 

  

Pooped

Home and pooped, that's me..
A week of school holidays kept me on my toes. Masses of towels from swimming, a small cluster of cyclones that opened all to doors and spread toys, pencils and other debris from one end of the house to the other. Ravenous pantry/fridge raids, fun, stories, squabbles over the use of the computer, walks through the local parkland, then all too quickly . . School.
Getting them up, fed and dressed, lunches packed, bags packed. Dropping 2 off at two separate schools and one to kindy, then doing it all over again in the afternoon.
I have walked and driven miles, cooked lots, tidied up continuously, washed, vacuumed and found 'lost' things. 
Phew! I don't remember caring for billy-lids being so much hard work when I was younger.

Vanishing Point

Ok I have been, more or less, vanished for quite a few weeks now so, your'e probably asking yourself how she could possibly vanish further. We I can.
Tomorrow morning I board a bus with members of various art groups in the district, for a trip to the Sunshine Coast for a long weekend of arty goodness visiting various galleries and studios. Really looking forward to this!

Then I go on to Brisbane for a grandma baby sitting session for 2 weeks while my son and daughter-in-law take a very belated honeymoon. 
He surprised her on her birthday with air tickets to Italy and France. How romantic is that!
I will be left in charge of (or under the collective thumbs of) a 12yo, and a rambunctious 7 yo and a 3yo, and it's school holidays 
Have mercy!
I fully intend to undermine all forms of discipline. 
Making chocolate crackles, and puddings and cakes, lots of red cordial (just before they get back) Cubbies under the dining room table, running with scissors, drawing and painting, digging in the dirt, jumping on beds, singing at the top of our voices, and dressups.
I can do this stuff because no one will ever spank Grandma.
See you in a couple-a-weeks

In the Last 2 Weeks

I have managed to make this.


And our house now looks like this and my back aches and my knees creak - steel is sooo heavy.

Non Jewelry Stuff

The last coupla weeks have been taken up with going back to our old house for some repairs and cleaning so that a letting agent can find us a new tenant. So there is no new beady stuff at-all at-all.
There is however. . .
Main house frames going up!
So shortly we will have a house shaped empty space. Bring on the flooring! 

A Lot to do about Nothing #2

AK! Blogger took to my original post and hacked out photos and other funny stuff, so had to delete and repost.
Grrrrrr now where was I oh yes. . . 


Started 3 weeks ago. DH went to our old house and picked up my glass kiln - all 1 & a bit tonnes of it! Drove back in the pouring (unseasonable) rain. Successfully man/woman handled into the shed.
Our plan was to go and get the last of our furniture the following weekend. More rain so we delayed.

2am start for the 5 hour trip. Loaded furniture crashed at son's joint for the night and left early the following morning.

Successfully man/woman handled that lot into the shed. 

Make mental note: I am getting toooo old for all this lifting, heaving, shuffling and carrying shit. Took me a few days to recover and I have the bruises to prove it.


Was hoping this week that the steel main frames for our house would be delivered and installed, but looks like next week.


On the jewelery front played with making random shaped holes in copper. Don't have a proper jeweler's saw, just a crappo from the hardware that ain't up to the job. So grabbed the hole punch pliers and nibbled an organic shaped hole. A quick rip with the file to remove the sharp bits and hmmmmmmm this could work.

Decided to do an overfired white enamel finish, but loved the effect on the 'back' better.

Now do they work with the danglies?

 or without?
Mmmmmm Dunno. . . .
But I do love the colours.

Spice Islands


Zingy spicy colours.
Wrapped taffeta, ceramic, glass and metal beads and a big pierced wooden focal.
I think this is off to the local gallery shop.