Thursday, January 17, 2013

The freakish incident of the yellow sheet and the pink cot


So with a vigorous attempt to declutter the house I have been avoiding the oppies for the last month. I think I was having withdrawels though, so it was time for a quick forage. I have become much more selective in my acquisitions it seems, as I came home with quite a small selection.

Much of my milkglass has been packed away carefully, this pile was stacked in the cupboard after Liongirl's birthday. Reminds me of a wedding cake, or perhaps a fountain. The flower plate at the bottom is new, not milkglass, maybe pyrex.




 The candle holder on the top of the pile was from a recent jaunt away, a rather lovely find for $1.50.


I'm not usually swept up by figurines, but these did move me for some reason. Maybe it's the withdrawels.


There are some vintage sheets, still drying unfortunately. Except for this yellow one, which I wasn't even sure about buying as yellow is not my favourite colour. But try as I might, I could not leave this one behind. It all made sense when my mum turned up and did a double take when she saw it in the washing pile. Seems it was the exact sheet on her bed for most of my childhood. It all came rushing back as soon as she told me. Mildly freakish.


The truly, truly freakish incident has a slight back story. I have a bit of a thing for old wooden toy cots. The little dolly ones hand made by doting grandfathers. Just a few days ago, while he was still high on the spoils of his last gumtree sale, Legoman asked me what was the plan for the cots. I think there were four at that stage. Three were in use in miss Liongirls doll hospital and one was in the granny flat awaiting a paint job. All of them were thrifted and probably cost me a total of $20 for the lot. One is white with a tester to hold a canopy, one is a dusky pink and has gorgeous vintage decals, one is ophanage lilac and is a rocking cradle and one is a  two story lemon number. I fobbed him off with some vague conversation involving me possibly having a shop selling vintage toy cots and clothes one day and he let it go. In short, he was on to me and I would need to guard those cots with my life or they would be next.

The next day I happened to be sauntering down to the Woolloongabba Antique Centre (having secured myself an hour or two of childfree time) when I noticed a truck pulled up across the road. It was a skip truck and there was something pink peeking out the top of the load. The pink something looked a little like this.


My vintage-cot-retinal-scanning-template assessed this as a probable match and I paused for about a nanosecond before running across the road to accost the driver. Yes indeed it was a pink dolls cot, yes it was going to the dump and yes I could absolutely have it. I could have hugged the man. The freakish part, ( aside from the image of a crazy woman lugging a huge pink cot for a block down the street with an equally huge loopy smile on her face) was that this truck was outside the scrap metal yard delivering the metal parts of his load before heading to the dump. He had pulled up for a total of five minutes at the exact time I was walking past. Now if that pink cot was not destined to be saved by me then I'll just eat my valance. So now I have five dolly cots to guard while the selling frenzy continues.


Somehow I'm not sure that telling Legoman that they are all different colours and styles is going to cut the mustard for why they must stay. Wish me luck.

19 comments:

  1. Your post really made me smile! I just love those little cots and the thought of your daughter's dolls hospital! It was meant to be yours - why else would that truck pull up there and then!
    Liz @ Shortbread & Ginger

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  2. Very funny Mel, I too have a small dolls cot carefully place in our bedroom, I too have a man that keeps reminding me of this fact and asking, what the heck am I going to do with it! I too mumble something along the line of paint, miniature quilt making opportunities! I MUST do something with it, I really must! :) x

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  3. That is a great story. Why is it that all my very best friends are good at hauling crap out of mini skips? And why do I actually KNOW that about them? On reading the story I first thought that maybe Legoman had secretly turfed all your cots and that you had serendipitously caught them on the way to the tip!!!! Lucky for him that' s not the case ;) Love, M xxx

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  4. So funny! Wish I had an excuse for buying vintage doll's cots but my boys refuse to be interested :( x

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  5. OOh i love that tale...
    ... at least my passion for buttons and sewing boxes is easier to hide away from curious onlookers?
    Daisy x

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  6. Love that milk glass, and love that others have small piles off stuff 'packed away', it is like Christmas getting it out hey!

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  7. Now that's what I call fate....and the cot is coincidentally the right colour for Miss LG. xx

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  8. Those infants look too ill to be moved from their cots. I think you're saving baby dolls' lives. You're like the Mother Theresa of the cot-world.

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  9. hi mel..im pleased to hear im not the only one who hugs strange men in the street, the ones bearing vintage goodness!...not just the random strange ones...well that`d be weird!. shes a beauty...bit concerned about the number of head injuries occurring around your place?!...bandaids are the best treatment that's for sure.
    best thing about packing all your goodies away is you get to discover them all over again down the track. if you need somewhere to hide those beauties from legoman let me know ;)...I know somebody who knows somebody!
    Allison x

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  10. Ha ha would have loved to watch,a girl NEEDS a least one cot for every two babes or there will be fighting. Love the yellow sheet and the wee candleholder too.

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  11. Ha ha! That's hilarious. Serendipity at its best! xx

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  12. How I wish I was a fly on the wall. Meant to be for sure Mel.

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  13. There is nothing worse than thrifting-remorse so of course you had to have it! "Eat my valance" - that's made my night :-) Mel x

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  14. Great story, great grab and a little bit freaky. I also snuffle things away as I get told off about cluttering up his shed. He..he..he..

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  15. Love your sheet, and feel deeply envious of that pink cot!! Have been looking for a dolls cot to do up for ages but the ones l have found are wildly expensive. Enjoy your lovely finds and have a happy weekend, Pam

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  16. Your milk glass collection is amazing! Guard those gorgeous cots with your life, you have one lucky little girl :)

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  17. Ha! This made me laugh! Yes, you do have quite a lot of cots, but in the spirit of blogging/crafty sisterhood I say why not? I love the idea of a dolly hospital.

    Lovely story about the sheet that was on your mum's bed and how you were drawn to it but weren't sure why - I totally understand.

    Gillian x

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  18. This post really made me laugh, and I love the expression on the face of the doll on the left.

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  19. I think your valance is safe. That pink dolly bed was indeed meant for you! So sweet. I love all your pretty milk glass. I collect that as well.

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