I saw a very talented American woman post a picture on her blog recently of an actual Le Crueset pot complete with lid that she found doing something she called 'thrifting'. I don't know about you, but whenever I go into a charity run second-hand shop I hardly ever find anything good. Not even anything quirky and interesting. Not even anything with much retro appeal, or even any nostalgic charm. Just sad smelly rubbish. Maybe it's my locality.
Anyhow, undeterred by my reality, and spurred on by someone on the other side of the planet's reality - I went into an op-shop today looking for an old crockpot, or an old urn that I could use for yarn dyeing. (I'm going to end up buying the yabbie pot from bcf I bet, but it's a hundred bucks and I'm still hoping the salvos will come through).
Nothing. Just sad dirty old plates and plastic junk. Hideous handmade dolls and leftover balls of wool in old plastic bags. Stuff that, quite frankly, is an insult to the people who shop there out of necessity. You wouldn't pull that crap out of a skip let alone pay money for it and put it on your children.
I know where all the good stuff goes - to the grandkids of the old ladies behind the counter. But anyway, I'm getting carried away..
I found some old sheet music. Having recently seen a very talented woman in Australia post pictures on her blog of some beautiful kusudama flowers made from old books, and I'm looking for ideas for Japanese themed goodie bags for the Black Japan yarn club, I thought I might flick through to see if any of the paper and typography was worthy of cutting up.
When I got them home, I kind of fell a little in love with them.
Look at the achingly beautiful engraving. I even love the yellowing and the foxing on the paper.
Amazingly, someone has written the French translation under the English lyrics.
I don't think I'll cut them up at all.