As a species, we probably overdo the whole sign thing. When does it stop being helpful and start being visual pollution? But then there are some signs that are objects of beauty. And I must confess to having a smallish sign collection in my home. Like everything. In moderation. Ish.
Mr Neat and I both have a penchant for the odd bit of industrial antiquery. (I know Amy, it's not a word but it's kinda folksy sounding). I like things that have had a life and get a new one in a different context. There are many an antique dentistry cabinet or optometrist's chart that I have drooled over. I once started bidding wildly on a vintage barber's chair and had to be physically restrained. (Mr Neat has his limits. He kept going on about having space for things and who was going to carry it up three flights of stairs... Well he had a point.)
So here are some drool-worthy lovely pieces that I won't be tempted to buy. Well maybe tempted. But I'll keep my hand in my pocket. Promise.
Still tecovering from Handmade Canberra over the weekend. The lovely Cath came along and was just brilliant while Mr Neat took everyone to their soccer games and church and did the shopping and kept everyone happy and clean and safe.
After a post-market blah (the realisation that I had to catch up on the washing, cleaning, organising etc that I omitted to do in the pre-market madness) I raised the possibility with Mr Neat of ditching the whole making and markets biz and becoming a superlative housewife who irons and bakes and keeps the house looking spiffy. Well he smiled at me and said he'd prefer that I kept at my crafting thing. Except that it sounded so much more eloquent and romantic when he said it. That Mr Neat. He knows the way to my heart...
I do love a spot of photography. It's one of those things that I don't get to do often enough and when I do I wonder what I've been doing with my time. I long harboured dreams of a cosy darkroom where I could while away the hours printing lovely black and white photographs. Then some boffin invented digital cameras. Which I now grudgingly like.