Friday, May 28, 2010

Op-shop issues...

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Stand by while I have a bit of a toddler-type whinge!

I have been op-shopping in Melbourne/Melvin pretty relentlessly since we arrived, and thus far I am finding it pretty underwhelming. I have been looking far and wide (including multiple trips to Frankston), and have found a small array of good stuff, but on the whole I am finding the oppys here overly edited, very picked over, and most of all, unfeasibly expensive. My local Salvos often has fabulous stuff, but they are happy to price things up around $25 - $50 for a vintage 80s dress. I tried on such a pretty 70s print skirt yesterday, but the price tag was $20, which is always my op-shop budget for the week. I can't actually afford to shop there - I just go and look at things and then put them back on the rack without buying. My op-shop thursdays have turned into a catalogue of things I window-shopped, and stuff I might have bought if it was within my price range. I'm forced to be much more discerning, less room for experimentation or bringing home something a bit crazy or in need of DIY or repair. Boring!

Oh, and I want a banana and some yoghurt and can I watch Toy Story again?

Ok, whinge over. No doubt I'll get my rhythm with Melvin op-shops eventually, I just need some patience - which was sadly never my strong suit. Native Melvinians, feel free to rush to the defence of your home town, particularly if you have some handy advice for me.

Here are a couple of things I did buy along the way, just to make me look like even more of a graceless and ungrateful whinger:

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Sass & Bide Crackerjacks cargo pants $7
Dirk Bikkembergs nineties shoes $4.50

The cargo pants were one of those spooky op-shop finds, almost freakish in fact, which make me wonder at the existence of the much discussed op-shop gods. I went to the Sass & Bide warehouse sale in the morning and was disappointed to find none of these Crackerjacks there, then wandered aimlessly around the cbd for a while, before hopping a tram to Brunswick to check out Savers, my old stamping ground from the turn of the millennium. I had little in the way of hope for it, Brunswick having transformed from a deserted wasteland into a hipster village full of op-shop scavenging youths in the intervening decade. Sure enough, there were zillions of shoppers and nothing worth buying, I looked at a couple of pairs of horrible cargos (Hot Options, Just Jeans) which were around the twelve dollar mark and had just decided to cut my losses and jump a tram home when I saw a tiny triangle of khaki fabric poking out of a rack near the registers and checked it out. Crackerjacks, in perfect condition, in my size, and seven bucks. I'd defy anyone not to call that a score!

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He's no Dries Van Noten or Anne Demeulemeester, but old Dirk was one of the Antwerp Six (don't they sound like a terrorist gang, or unjustly imprisoned something or other?), so that's something. These shoes reminded me very much of the minimalist nineties years as they were lived by me, as opposed to the nineties as re-interpreted by youths, and since it was half price shoe day at the Sacred Heart op-shop, I bought them. My op-shop purchases are so rare at the moment that every single one has a backstory and some kind of complicated rationale, and I have to really want them. Maybe that's the way it always should be? Perhaps the op-shop gods are using the overpriced op-shops of Melvin to teach me a valuable life lesson about consumption and the true worth of possessions etc. In which case I say to them:

STOP IT!

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xx
skye

Friday, May 21, 2010

Kittenbus

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Some people work tirelessly for the good of humanity, others devote their lives to the accumulation of great wealth, still others are driven to seek power and all it brings. Me? Well, for twenty years I waited and schemed and plotted for the day when I'd have a small human in my clutches to indoctrinate with Miyazaki love.

One of the little dude's first story books was My Neighbour Totoro, he inherited my toy Catbus and sleeps with it still, the DVD is on high rotation, and when he puts on his bunny ears then nine times out of ten he's a Totoro, not a rabbit at all. When he drew this catbus in chalk the other day, I guess I wasn't surprised, but I was filled with the satisfaction of a fiendish long range plan finally come to fruition. If only all my plans were so successful!

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Cat + bus = cuteness explosion. Don't even get me started on the Kittenbus.



I might have been able to brainwash him with the totoros and the cuteness and such, but the hat is all his own work. He picked it out of a basket at an op-shop a few weeks ago, and has pretty much worn it every day since.

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Don't interrupt my process, lady.

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So what if I've got snot on my face, I'm an artist, baby!

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Got the hat, got the drawing skillz, got a pocket full of chalk. Yeah.

I have a couple of (marginally) more grown-up posts hanging around, for anyone out there who might still be reading!
xx
skye
PS. there was a whale too, and a dinosaur, and a football and a small prawn wearing a hat...
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PPS. and yes, it's not all adorable Japanese whimsy around here, he picked this out at the op-shop yesterday:
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I must just add that this thing was published in 2002, so why is this guy here is wearing hair from at least a decade earlier ?
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Just keep your eyes on the mullet, and don't look at his crotchular region if you can help it.

For relevance, a cat (although not a "cat-based vehicle"), and some kind of mini-hulk.
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I was always a manga/anime kind of dork, I never really paid much attention to the whole Marvel/DC universe, so the absolute bizarreness of this colouring book has quite astounded me. Who the hell is this? And why is he wearing a cosmic digiprinted full body catsuit thing that probably came down the catwalk in the last couple of years?
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