I had a spectacular couple of days at the op shop recently.
I am addicted, I know. But really why would one shop in normal places and pay full price? Okay, so now some of you are sticking your fingers in your ears and singing la la la la lalalalal ala. But I can't help it. It's a sickness.
I liked the shape of this little jug. And the ramekins joined my household purely because of their colours. What does one actually do with ramekins?
A pleasingly shaped little basket which now sits in the laundry, holding a collection of cleaning cloths. A wee willie winkie candlestick which has a lready been given to a birthday boy, accompanied by a simple beeswax candle and his very own candle snuffer. And a vintage tin in a delightful shade of hearing-aid beige. Its purpose will come to me soon.
Aforementioned tin, sitting on two vintage sheets. The sheets may become bags, or the linings for bags. Or, and I hesitate to type this because then you will get how sick I am, I saw somewhere on of those insane crazy craft blogs, an apron (or another bag?) made of sheets that had been ripped into thin strips and then knitted. I know I know. But could someone with more intact grey matter point me to the right blog? Because it's becoming an urgent need.
Look! Old milkshake glasses (there were three. How perfect for the children of the family), two pink champagne glasses (again, perfect number) and see the little nubbly glass at the bottom le ft? I picked up three of these and they now have tealights in them and are sitting atop the mantlepiece. By the way, we've tired of toasting marshmallows every night and are now onto roasting chestnuts. Oh yum.
Oh, and these silver tongy-scissor thing s. There is a flat pair, presumably for picking up chocolates or petits-four (more prosaically, they picked up sausages on the weekend when we had friends here for a winter barbecue), and a spoon shaped pair better suited as salad servers.
They were $1 each. Recently when my cousin stayed with us she and I we nt to a nearby antique shop where she bought an identical pair for $15. (I refrained from emailing her to gloat over my op shop bargain the following week. Oops, just remembered she occasionally reads this blog. Sorry dearest. I did pick you up a g lass juicer for $1 though).
And a wee cane bag which might make a nice gift for a little girl turning ten soon. Suggestions for what to fill it with (from all you mothers and aunts of girl children) welcomed.
Oh! I have just remembered the main reason for our trip to the antique shop, and my before and after visits to the op shop. We were on The Quest for the Perfect Butter Dish.
At Chez Soup we had had a cow butter dish, which sounds kitsch, but was Pillivuyt so I can pretend it wasn't. (And we did not have the matching cow creamer because tha t would have been kitsch not to mention too matchy-matchy.) Anyway it had survived a couple of falls and had its right ear glued back on with ever-decreasing dollops of success. But Mr Soup dropped the bovine beast (full of butter, of course) onto the brick floor and it shattered. Into a gazillion pieces.
So began The Quest. The very next day I went to Savers (my favourite op shop because it is supermarket sized) and purchased, along with some of the goodies shown above, a pretty glass butter dish. At home I unwrapped it, dropped it on the brick floor, and it shattered. Into a gazillion pieces. I cried. I actually cried, over a $2 used broken butter dish.
So when my cousin and I were at the antique shop, we kept our eyes peeled. Look, there's one! Oh. Um. It's $255 ... we kept saying. And then I found a kind of art deco black and pink butter dish for $22. Which no one has yet dropped! But which I forgot to photograph for your edification.
And also, the next time I returned to Savers and found the above-pictured glassware and silver thingies, I purchased a 50c lidless cut glass butter dish.
Just in case..