Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Tarnished Frocks and Divas

Last weekend my friend Wynn swooped down to Shoestring Cottage and plucked me up for a girlie road trip.  I met a whole new group of her friends and enjoyed the warm hospitality of her sister, who had us to stay in her lovely home.  The purpose of our expedition was to attend Tarnished Frocks and Divas.  This is a show which takes place once every two years in Tauranga.  It was established by a group of friends after one of their group lost her life to cancer.  Each time there is a different theme, but as this was the first time I have attended I had nothing to compare with.  All I can say is that it was a brilliant, fun and inspirational performance.

 A story was told through song and dance, but also there were the garments which were presented in seven "courses" (and what a banquet they made).  There was a theme for each course and the garments were mainly created from old clothes which had been recreated.



 One whole section seemed to be made of cheesecloth, and how beautiful they were!

 The audience was encouraged to take participate and the models wended their way through the audience to display their finery to best advantage.  All in all a feast for the eyes and I am sure we all went away inspired by the colour and creativity seen in such abundance.  Bliss for those of us who like to reuse and recycle as much as possible.   You can see some of the pictures here:

Take particular note of the black velvet dress with all the kitsch "Kiwiana" motifs on it - it was a marvel to behold!  The waka sailing across the bosom and the little geyser on the back were particularly inspired in their placement.  
On the way home we stopped at a beautiful patchwork shop where I bought a small piece of fabric which will make a bodice for a new Party Dress.  What more could you desire in a weekend away?  

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Competition Hots Up At Shoestring

Oh yes, I thought I was being very clever in training number two daughter to enjoy accompanying us on our missions as we trawled through the op shops but now I begin to see that I may have been fooling myself.  It turns out that Tessie has the best eye for just the kind of treasures I am seeking.  She can enter an op shop at the same time as me and within minutes present me with the item I would have liked to find!  It is as though she has a radar to help her detect them.  She recently presented me with a pink depression glass plate which boosted my tiny collection, and this weekend she found this lovely glass (for the princely sum of 50 cents) and these candle holders ($3 for the pair, a bit pricey?).  




This is all very well and good, but what if she suddenly decides to specialise in just the same kinds of things I am looking for?  I am going to have to keep a close watch on her, make no mistake!  Perhaps the fact that she is not having to constantly struggle with spectacles and put them on and off as she inspects the things close up and far away in the shop is a help, who knows?  Whatever it is, I am going to be vigilant in future.    

And speaking of newly acquired treasures, Mr and Mrs Woollywally kindly gave us this wonderful thermometer (in Fahrenheit) which is in beautiful deco style, it will be treasured.


 And Fran’s friend Anna sent this wonderful large crocheted bedspread which will be put to good use, possibly as an overlay on a skirt or as a cover for an album or headboard.  What a lot of work has gone into creating this, I believe it came from Europe originally.




Anna also kindly passed on this unusual tablecloth with oriental gentlemen sailing along.  They might find a new home appliquéd onto garments, they certainly deserve to go out and about more in the world.   





Wednesday, September 14, 2011

The Return Of The Jafa

When we moved away from the Waikato and back to Auckland we faced a barrage of outraged howls from friends about our traitorous behaviour.  All around New Zealand Jafas (Just Another F*&^%$# Aucklander) are reviled and despised, but possibly nowhere more than by their near neighbours just over the Bombay Hill, the people of the Waikato region.  We tried to explain that the move was not a rejection of the Waikato per se, it was just a practical move because with employment in Auckland the travelling time and fuel costs were becoming prohibitive, but all to no avail.  The howls continued and the outraged remarks increased in volume and frequency.  We were told that we would find Aucklanders unfriendly and uncaring, that we would soon be regretting our move and so forth.  I was even presented with this joke T-shirt which I resolved never to wear in public for fear of condemnatory remarks.   


Well, hailing from Auckland originally we were not quite so fearful of returning, but it had been 14 years since our departure and we were a little uncertain.  I can report after nearly three years that living in central Auckland is not a terrible thing after all, and that you can meet interesting and friendly people wherever you happen to end up.  In fact the population of Auckland is a veritable United Nations and we have made friends with people from all around the world.  When I go running with my friend Maree in the early mornings the view over the Waitemata Harbour is different every day and I am thankful to live in such a beautiful place. 


Sunrise on the Waitemata Harbour

On mornings when I am feeling bold (and it is still nearly dark), I even wear my “Jafa and Proud” T-shirt!