frick and frack and other people's junk

I went meadering down the road yesterday and found a car boot sale in full swing. Or, put it this way, it was as swingin' as a car boot sale on a hot, January Saturday can ever be.

God, just look at this piece of retro gorgeousness.There's something about household appliances from the fifties and sixties...the huge knobs, that very specific shade of green. I almost wish I'd bought it.

 If you take out the 'i' and replace it with 'a' you have Frack. Which is probably not the curse word I'll be using when I start sewing my first quilt. The pattern has arrived. And I'm accumulating a stash.

Meanwhile, back at the boot sale....

 

 
 

 Another retro thingie. The lady tried to sell it to me for R900. Lol.

If you look carefully you can see the big red battery that's supposed to power the thing.

Not this lady. This one didn't try and sell me anything. She just let me take her photo with her little girl. I love it when people are up for it.

More pics in Flickr.


Andrew Bird- 'Oh No' (also not the words I'll use when I start my first quilt but his new album is luverly- so is he)

go on, say it

I keep taking my camera to school to try and capture some of that good ol' first week panic but my blogger self is totally overshadowed by my Ms T persona and the all-consuming need to have every one of the 36 new little darlings jumping to her tune. No waving cameras about getting people excited.
And no fun. No sitting on tables swinging legs, no jokes and definitely no dancing!

 Until the blogger can make an appearance at school here are some family braai (pronounced "bry", rhyming with the word "cry" and otherwise known as barbecue) pics from Sunday.
Ahhh.....family. 
Bar the quick temper tantrum at the fire involving burning lamb chops (it's not often one hears "but you're not communicating with me!!!!!" over sizzling coals) ...
...and the constant interrupting (a terrible family trait)
....and the flies that descended as the meat arrived
it was a lovely afternoon.

PS- spot the 'Litchi bag' ;-P

Blind Pilot- 'go on, say it'

the one with the insect body parts

Observations while doing the housework.....
 

Minnie likes to toss the kitty litter crystals around on the floor. Sometimes, if there aren’t enough scattered there already (like if I've just swept them up), she’ll put in her paw and bat some out. Good times.

The cats have found a new (and frankly, way more exciting) use for my yoga mat. They do the kitty version of Downward Facing Dog…this involves claws. And scratching.

Natch.

Am vacuuming lots of litter crystals and bits of mat foam.

Vacuuming sux.

An army of ants invades my kitchen every night- I think they must have a base nearby.

I’m finding wings and legs and other unidentifiable insect body parts lying around and one huge green fly (thank the Pope they didn't eat that) in its final death throws just got sucked up…I bet they can’t wait to sink their teeth into something meatier.

They love to do this.
Climb on (and under) the damp laundry on the clothes rack. Check those claws, baby!

I go to a speciality German supermarket just to buy my floor cleaner….Emsal Boden PHege. Besides the fact that it’s a darn sight better than any local product, I love the smell- all Alpiney and log cabins and Heidi.Which aren't exactly German, I know.

 

They climb everything! 

I spent over R300 on new picture books for school yesterday. I do this every year. It helps make going back to school a little less shitty. A leeetle bit.

School starts Monday. *sob*

Glen Hansard's 'Hoover Fixer Sucker Guy' from Once. Love that movie!

fish are jumpin'

 

A leisurely lunch in Stellenbosch, surely one of the coolest historical spots in South Africa....

Beautiful people, beautiful town.

Then we drove into Jonkershoek and did some flyfishing.

                                                      Well, some of us did.                                                      

 Oops. Gratuitous kitty shot.

Back to the fishing....

 

 Some messed about with cameras.

Some slept.

 

Some took part in the surprisingly fun (but probably frowned upon) spectator sport of Spot the Trout and Shout Directions to the Fisherman. "There's a big fat one over here!

No...a bit more to the right. Yesss...it's following your lure!"

 

And the fish really were jumping. Just not in the direction of the very pretty flies.

And then we came home and had cake.

Happy birthday boet. ; )

Funboy Three- 'Summertime'

yoda interrupted

Yesterday someone said she looked like Yoda.

I think she might have overheard.

Never mind Minerva. You'll grow into those ears.

This is Max down below looking for trouble.

He spies Minnie (who, unlike her brother, is a cat who likes her space) and doesn't relent until she joins in with the game of Let's Grab The Parcel Tape And Chew It To Bits.

 

  

  

Do or do not... there is no try.

Typographic inspiration by AriMudz

observations on day one

 

Don't let the bastards grind you down.

 Always put your name on your umbrella so you don't get lost when you come out of the sea.

 

Make the most of what you've got. Use chemicals if you have to.

 

Pack a hat.

 

Never underestimate the allure of the shower cap as fashion accessory.

There's always ice-cream.

Happy New Year everyone!!!


More pics in Flickr.

Jenny Lewis 'Acid Tongue'- my song of 2008