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The Pink Cardigan of Doom
19/07/2007 09:40 pmIt's been a wet and windy day in the Lair. More of the same is promised for the next few days which could stuff up some of the Izzie plans for Saturday's grand adventure. Looks like we'll have to make do with curling up near the walls of the lunatic asylum instead of slinking in the garden under the shade of the pretty plane trees with our picnic basket
Could have quite easily stayed curled up in the serpent basket snoozing or at least continuing yesterday's binge of decluttering. For the first time since acquiring our big kitchen table - there's nothing on it but a vase of weeds. It looks so spacious. Will be our ambition to keep it just so for the next seven days and by then might even manage to get into the habit and extend the clean and uncluttered look to the kitchen work tops too.
But there's hats to be hunted for and Fremantle is just the place. Apart from needing a weekly fix of Juicy Beetroot munchies and a quick visit to the Potions Mistress with the latest bag of beans
Before our fluffy foraging, pottered past one very cheap and nasty Two Dollar Shop which is closing down and is almost as good as empty. Felt an insatiable desire to peek at the remnants of uberkitsch within. Plastic Buddha figurines, Feng Shui bells, fairies and all sorts of hideous plastic jewellery. But amongst the muck were a batch of cats - porcelain creatures - some purple, some blue and some pink, Not quite cute little plates with fluffy kittens frolicking but still, just the sort of thing that Dearest Dolores would have adorning her office.
What a wonderful thing to get in the mood. Next stop was the op shops in search of the perfect pink hat - just like in the movie. Not much luck there. But in Vinnies - just inside the door was the palest pinkest cardigan with pretty little hearts all over. And it was as soft and fluffy as a little kitten. Just purrrrfect. Infinitely better than the shocking pink and black thing we got in the same place a year ago.
A bit decadent at 20 silver sickles but not bad really considering that it is 80% angora and all those hearts are most detailed indeed with little roses and plastic pearls around the borders.
Even the real Dolores with her bottomless budget for wardrobe would be drooling with envy over this masterpiece of understated kitsch.
After that, paid a visit to the Potions Mistress. After doing all the boring MYOB bean counting stuff, we went out to her workshop full of cauldrons, moulds and kitchen benches and pulled out an interesting batch of aluminium bottles. She knows the Izzie is interested in essential oils and poured this stuff into 3 lasagne sized take away containers like it was water and put the three of them in a bucket in case theyd' spill. Needless to say, will need to pour the contents into dark glass bottles. But right now the laundry is full of the fragrance of lavender oil. Simply heavenly
Such an interesting and symbiotic relationship. She gets out of the shop for a while to chat with a strange creature about other stuff and the Izzie gets to lurk around with an energetic and entrepreneurial creature who actually has started her own business from scratch
Those essential oils - while damned expensive for normal mortals are quite affordably accessible to her at wholesale prices and just an everyday thing but a luxury for Izzie while our couple of hours a week counting her beans - entering sales and receipts into that boring bean counting program is of little loss to us but a lot of value to her. So everyone ends up better off.
And lavender is the colour of horrid pink and fluffy ancient maiden aunts and just perfect for our purposes on Saturday.
*slinks off into the darkness to escape the evil trollses and cranky Kreacherses*
Could have quite easily stayed curled up in the serpent basket snoozing or at least continuing yesterday's binge of decluttering. For the first time since acquiring our big kitchen table - there's nothing on it but a vase of weeds. It looks so spacious. Will be our ambition to keep it just so for the next seven days and by then might even manage to get into the habit and extend the clean and uncluttered look to the kitchen work tops too.
But there's hats to be hunted for and Fremantle is just the place. Apart from needing a weekly fix of Juicy Beetroot munchies and a quick visit to the Potions Mistress with the latest bag of beans
Before our fluffy foraging, pottered past one very cheap and nasty Two Dollar Shop which is closing down and is almost as good as empty. Felt an insatiable desire to peek at the remnants of uberkitsch within. Plastic Buddha figurines, Feng Shui bells, fairies and all sorts of hideous plastic jewellery. But amongst the muck were a batch of cats - porcelain creatures - some purple, some blue and some pink, Not quite cute little plates with fluffy kittens frolicking but still, just the sort of thing that Dearest Dolores would have adorning her office.
What a wonderful thing to get in the mood. Next stop was the op shops in search of the perfect pink hat - just like in the movie. Not much luck there. But in Vinnies - just inside the door was the palest pinkest cardigan with pretty little hearts all over. And it was as soft and fluffy as a little kitten. Just purrrrfect. Infinitely better than the shocking pink and black thing we got in the same place a year ago.
A bit decadent at 20 silver sickles but not bad really considering that it is 80% angora and all those hearts are most detailed indeed with little roses and plastic pearls around the borders.
Even the real Dolores with her bottomless budget for wardrobe would be drooling with envy over this masterpiece of understated kitsch.
After that, paid a visit to the Potions Mistress. After doing all the boring MYOB bean counting stuff, we went out to her workshop full of cauldrons, moulds and kitchen benches and pulled out an interesting batch of aluminium bottles. She knows the Izzie is interested in essential oils and poured this stuff into 3 lasagne sized take away containers like it was water and put the three of them in a bucket in case theyd' spill. Needless to say, will need to pour the contents into dark glass bottles. But right now the laundry is full of the fragrance of lavender oil. Simply heavenly
Such an interesting and symbiotic relationship. She gets out of the shop for a while to chat with a strange creature about other stuff and the Izzie gets to lurk around with an energetic and entrepreneurial creature who actually has started her own business from scratch
Those essential oils - while damned expensive for normal mortals are quite affordably accessible to her at wholesale prices and just an everyday thing but a luxury for Izzie while our couple of hours a week counting her beans - entering sales and receipts into that boring bean counting program is of little loss to us but a lot of value to her. So everyone ends up better off.
And lavender is the colour of horrid pink and fluffy ancient maiden aunts and just perfect for our purposes on Saturday.
*slinks off into the darkness to escape the evil trollses and cranky Kreacherses*
