The Cat With The Long Neck.

I bought this from Loch op shop. The old lady there is pretty well deaf I think. Or it might be her cover. Someone my age-ish said they knew her when they were little and she was old then.

She said she hated this cat, but still wanted $5. Op-shop, not bric-a-brac shop. I don't think they can tell the difference these days. Obviously I paid it but it was all the loose change out of the car and I had to scab a little bit for coffee. In fact, May insisted on shouting me, so I'll get her back for that next time.

It reminds me of when Alice drank the/ate the whatever it was and her neck grew long. And those boggle eyes you don't see all of the time.

I've just been looking through Misfit Toys. Some are funny and some are a bit too try-hard, I thought. Have a squiz if you feel like it.

Bought this from Loch At A Garage Sale.

Turned out to have been Vicky from Quilter's Barn's garage sale.

It's such a great face! Looks just like a woman I met on a tram going up Church Street to Bridge Road in Richmond. She'd taken a lot of drugs in her day I think, or something. Anyway, we ended up talking and she did this face all of the time. Holding her mouth in at the sides and tilting her head so she looked at you out of the side of her eyes. I liked her and felt very moved by her for some reason.

She would have been extaordinarliy pretty if she'd left the cigarettes and drugs alone, or hadn't had a hard, dissapointing life, I thought. When I got out of the tram and crossed the road I looked back, and waved. She had been watching and waved too and I thought I should have had a $2 cuppa with her, which is where she was going, for a treat. By herself.

The new boyfriend had turned out to be a dud, apparently, just like the others.

The Newest Is Always The Cutest.

I have a shelf of Bambi's, and this is the newest. It's gorgeous, sweet and a perfect darling. I spose I'll show you all of them, maybe tomorrow, but thought I'd put this here now.

I paid too much, as you do when it's perfect. We were wandering around a massive Antique warehousey place down Tyabb way, and I figured I'd have to buy something. Chances are if you go in you come out with something neccessary. There were stacks of things, but when I saw the Bambi my little heart went pitter patter and there was no choice.

The egg cup was only $4. Not telling how much the other was. The flower in the cup was Grandma's. I'll put Chicky Egg Cup next to my good old Puppy Egg Cup on the Cotton Reel depression display shelves in the kitchen. Suppose I should show you those too. Sometime or another.

I wish the dolls down the page were up the top. I'm more in love with them than anything (sorry Bambi). Bambi will always be good. I've had my first for about 18 years and still like it a lot, so nothing personal.

My Most Favourite Collection At The Moment.

I'm in love with these little blossoms. I saw the tiny baby's in a bric-a-brac shop at Meehan, and the young girl didn't know how much so I offered her five dollars. She agreed and wrapped them carefully in tissue paper. Then I thought I'd see about selling some of my vintage fabric and patterns on eBay and bought the bigger celluloid dolls with their skinny little wobbly arms. They were only $12 too. Not bad.

You try to sell something and you buy things instead. Or as well.

The proper Show Doll still in her cello box Ross bought for me from Coldstream for $30. She was too good to refuse even though it's on the border of being too much money.

I've seen another but it looked fake. Didn't have the same charm. I don't think it was fake, and I don't know what it was, but she didn't have no mojo, so I didn't buy it.

I don't buy things because I've decided I collect them. I might have a predisposition, but they all have to earn their place. I realise that I keep saying that.

If you have a beauty and want to swap for some cards or a pattern or whatever is appropriate, give us a look and we'll sort it out.

My Fanciest Birdcage But Not My Favourite.

I bought this a few years ago for far too much. But how could I resist it when it's the most unusual birdcage I'd ever seen and I had a collection? The back spins around. It's got, or had, four perches sticking out from the spinning bit...? Who knows what that's about, a bit of fun for tweetie pie?

My favourite birdcages are the old and beaten. I'll add some pictures of another couple sometime. I think I have maybe fifteen? More or less, and I don't want any more. I had this compulsion to bring them home if one had been abandoned to the kerb side garbage collection, but it seems to have subsided. I always felt uncomfortable if the doors were open, so I'd hang them about the garden with closed doors (always empty) and if anyone opened the door I'd tell them not to and close it again. Something about entrapment I suppose (I hate being a typically psycological human being).

Gelitin's 20 Year Bunny.

I'll talk a lot about Rabbity things too, you'll see. I like rabbits, they are good.

This poor poor bunny's guts are falling out.
This picture was on Moco Loco and I had to save it and share. The artist, Gelitin, has done some funny stuff, so I saw when I went to look...
Here is the press release written by good old Gelitin himself:
'Rabbit
The things one finds wandering in a landscape: familiar things and utterly unknown, like a flower one has never seen before, or, as Columbus discovered, an inexplicable continent; and then, behind a hill, as if knitted by giant grandmothers, lies this vast rabbit, to make you feel as small as a daisy.

The toilet-paper-pink creature lies on its back: a rabbit-mountain like Gulliver in Lilliput. Happy you feel as you climb up along its ears, almost falling into its cavernous mouth, to the belly-summit and look out over the pink woolen landscape of the rabbitís body, a country dropped from the sky; ears and limbs sneaking into the distance; from its side flowing heart, liver and intestines.

Happily in love you step down the decaying corpse, through the wound, now small like a maggot, over woolen kidney and bowel.

Happy you leave like the larva that gets its wings from an innocent carcass at the roadside.

Such is the happiness which made this rabbit.

i love the rabbit the rabbit loves me.'