Wall shots

Another in the series of wall & shelf shots from the man cave. A lamp, probably from the 1930s, made from a hawksbill turtle, with its original silk covered cord and on/off switch.

Shabby chic Adirondack Muskoka Chair

Whatever you call them, Muskoka chair or Adirondack this easy comfortable classic design has been around for a long time.

Today's Yard Sale find o' the day. And this particular one folds for easy winter storage.

shelf shot

Just a few things sitting on top of a book case. What's that you say? What are they?

From left to right: a repro phrenology head wearing a lodge (oddfellows maybe?) cap. A big shell. A wooden sectional sphere which opens up to reveal its segments (a geometry teaching model), a papier maché head (probably Punch), a skep and a single Bradley & Hubbard mastiff book end.

And and arts & crafts picture frame with motto: A good book is the best companion.

The Toronto Vintage Cothing & Textile Show

Yes, it's that time again.

Tomorrow is the big day for the Toronto Vintage Clothing & Textile Show. P's been prepping & fretting for months and now it's time.

Today actually began with yesterday's jockeying for a parking spot and finally got a spot almost in front of the house.

Now, just a weather watch. Last year we had a huge snow storm to deal with and this year's predictions are warm but wet.

Just in case the weather started weathering early I got up and did my load at 7 a.m. and now we're just waiting for the second shift to arrive around 1:00 p.m. so we can load the clothing into Jackie's car.

We should be at the CNIB location late this afternoon with the set up finishing by eight this evening or so. Then last minutes touch ups before the doors open tomorrow morning at 10:00 a.m.



This car is full: no room for anything else, barely room for the two of us.

As for the roof, I've probably exceeded the roof rack's weight specs a wee bit but never mind. I probably forgot something and will have to add it in a couple of hours.

To be continued...

Three pairs of glasses...toast!

This has not been my week for eyeglasses. Last week the large round tortoiseshell glasses I'm wearing fell off the dresser onto the carpeted floor. Soft landing. They broke anyway. Split right down the middle of the bridge. Fine, no panic. I've got others. And rather than repairing these, I'll just have the lenses cut down to fit these smaller Armani frames I've got sitting around. I've got lots of frames sitting around.

So I take them into Ratas, my long time and favored optical dispensary.
A week later I pop in to pick them up. I put a half hour's worth in the parking meter and into the shop I go to try them on.

Can't see. The script seems a bit off. So back they go behind the curtain to work their magic and a few minutes later back out. And I still can't focus. Okay, back behind the curtain. Try again, still can't focus. Cant figure it out, after all, it's not a new script. So it's back behind the curtain they go, as I say: "I'll be back, must put more money in the meter".

Alas, too late, the car's already been tagged.

As I walk back into the shop, I hear "Oh shit" from behind the curtain. I love that curtain. The Armani's frame cracked.

But it's still a mystery as to why I can't focus with those lenses.

This does not seem to be my day and since I'm having a check up in a couple of weeks, we decide to leave things alone and straighten things out with the new script I'll probably get.

After I get home I put on another pair of glasses that I have in reserve, big round, black in your face glasses.
As I'm adjusting these, the metal hinge holding the temple to the frame snaps in half. As I said: not my week for glasses.