Friday, 13 February 2015

Martha & Arthur Lived Happily Ever After.

Valentine's Day is usually about unspoken love. Love is not in the things that we give but it is in actions that we undertake. Love is enduring, love does not fade, love transcends. Here is a retro Valentine's Day love story.

I am a sucker for old photographs found while rummaging in op shops. I rescue them and proudly display them among my own family pics. I hate the thought that these photographs are no longer loved and cherised so I make it my mission to incorporated them into my family history. They then become part a mysterious part of the LRM family.

Martha and Arthur came calling for me one day at one of my local op shops. They were in a cheap and tacky multi photo pine frame. I had to rescue them and take them home with me. The pine frame did not do them justice so I grabbed an old box picture frame that I had keeping for the perfect vintage photograph. Martha and Arthur were then relocated to their new home. To make the pic look that little bit more special I created a border made from ripped 1970's gold embossed wall paper which I had acquired from Amelia.

I often wondered about their love story and how it came to be that they ended up at the op shop. My Friends at Lost Melbourne helped me to find Martha and Arthur's family. They kindly posted the love story of the abandoned this lost couple and the family came forward to claim them.

Arthur's name was really Laurie and in his last few years he had dementia which may help explain how the pic ended up in the op shop. Laurie's wife had passed away ten years prior and they never had any children. Arthur's niece contacted me and I am pleased to say that I was able to reunite her with this pic. I was shown a beautiful framed large colour version of the same pic so it warmed my heart that Martha and Arthur(as I had named them) could be returned to family members that loved them. The were not lost after all.

So here is my Valentine's Day gift to you all......The love story of Martha and Arthur.

Beautiful retro box frame displaying my adopted family members Martha & Arthur after they had been rescued and relocated.

For the briefest of times they joined my family and were displayed in my lounge room on this 1950's bedside chest of drawers.

Oh dear! This is how I found Martha and Arthur. Only $2.00 at the op shop. Martha and Arthur you deserve better.

Hmmm time to replace this shabby frame with a missing pic with something a bit more dignified.

Wednesday, 11 February 2015

Australia Post and the Birthday Card Ghost.

This post should have had a happy ending but sadly the Australia Post Birthday Card Ghost intervened and it all went pear shaped.

A few weeks ago, little Amelia popped a birthday card in the post for Mrs LRM's birthday. Hmmm I can see that you all know how this story is going to end but let me continue anyway. Amelia is a full-time uni student in Northern NSW so money is tight for her. Being so far away from Mrs LRM, Amelia wanted to mark the occasion by purchasing the most beautiful card possible. This purchase set poor Amelia back $8 which was a huge chunk of her almost non existent budget.

The card Amelia chose was of the best and thickest paper. To make the card even more special, little Amelia hand decorated the envelope with Happy Birthday messages and pretty drawings. Being a former art student I imagine it would have looked very sweet and eye catching. It was so eye catching  that the Australia Post Birthday Card Ghost acquired it and made it invisible.

The only saving grace of the Australia Post Birthday Card Ghost's greedy acquisition is that when they opened the envelope they would have found zip.  Yep.....NO Money, NO Scratchie just a lot of loving messages from my beautiful little tacker. At the end of the day love always endures and my relationship with Amelia is not measured by a card alone.

Anyway, to console myself I have looked over my retro card collection and dreamed of what might have been while sobbing forlornly into the handkerchief of the first card. Please enjoy these cards with me.

Sunday, 8 February 2015

Living the Retro Life Bucolic Way Down in Kongwak.

This weekend Mr LRM and I were fortunate to live the retro life bucolic way down in Kongwak. Found in the Valley of Peace situated in South Gippsland, Kongwak is a perfect weekend getaway when combined with a bit of retro treasure hunting. Held every Sunday from 10-3pm, the Kongwak Market has brought colour, activity and life to what was no longer a thriving town. Today we enjoyed a fun day incognito while surrounded by all things retro at the market. Here are the happy snaps.

Interesting notices while taking a load off and grabbing a seat in the child's saucer chair. Donna is looking for an older caravan. Can anyone help her out?

Time to revive shell art jewellery boxes.

Follow this path to incredible views and the retro el fresco dining experience #1.

Okay so the bag is not retro.....but it is cute and I had to buy it for my little tacker Charlotte.

Happy tunic.

Retro el fresco dining experience #2.  Good old bratwurst sausage in bread.

Friday, 6 February 2015

Souvenir Spoons and the Tivoli Girl,

I don't know how this story began nor do I know how it ended but let me share my 15 minutes of whimsical wonderment at being introduced to a world of souvenir spoons and the Tivoli girl. Please forgive me if some of the details are a bit sketchy but I will do my best to recall the story as best I can.

Many retro moons ago I found myself on the front doorstep of this amazing house delivering a parcel to Mr Wrench. I am going to call him Allan because I pretty sure that was his name. I was a parcel contractor in those days as Mr LRM and I had relocated from Melbourne to raise our little tackers in a small country town. I could see that once upon a time this house was a showpiece but by the time I had landed on the doorstep with parcel in hand, she had become a faded beauty.

While handing over the package to Allan, I remarked at how beautiful the house was and he invited me in for a quick tour. Allan was born and bred in this small country town and his family went back for generations. Previous generations of the family had been boot makers so it was no surprise that Allan ran a shoe store with his brother. As a strapping young man he headed off to the big smoke and came back home with a Tivoli girl. Myrtle was blonde, beautiful and a very talented dancer. They married and Allan built a special home for for his special girl. The attention to detail in this house was exquisite and far removed from the surrounding neighbourhood homes.

I felt that I had entered an Aladdin's cave as my eyes feasted upon the lushness of the lounge room. The windows were beautifully bespoke while the walls were timber clad. It was a sensory overload scanning the room and taking in case upon case filled with souvenir spoons. Click click click went my mind just like the shutter of a camera in a manic race to commit this visual wonderland to memory. There were hundreds if not thousands of souvenir spoons carefully displayed. Each spoon revealed an adventurous heart full of romance that saw Allan whisk his Tivoli girl to the far flung corners of Australia. For a short time Allan shared that passion with me and showed me his favourite spoons.

I felt honoured and blessed that for the briefest of moments I became a participant in this long enduring love story of the souvenir spoons and the Tivoli girl. My skin tingles to this day looking at these pics and recalling that all too short interlude.


Tuesday, 3 February 2015

Desert Boot Darling Days.

In the 1970's we were able to escape the confines of the black leather school shoe when the camel coloured suede desert boot burst onto the school uniform scene. The 70's was an era when strict uniform policies were reviewed and abandoned by many schools in Victoria. In my older sister's time, she would have to kneel on a table top while a stern female teacher would measure three finger widths from the top of the table to the bottom of her school dress. Any higher than that and you were sent home in disgrace with instructions to lengthen your school dress.

When I rocked up in 1976, my school year started with a restrictive school tie and by December it was replaced with a bare neck. Tight shiny blue gaberdine slacks for the girls became official winter uniform replacing ugly shapeless woollen tunics. Grey scratchy school jumpers out.....soft fleecy wind cheaters in. 

The ultimate sign of our uniform shackles being left behind was being able to walk into this new era of educational freedom wearing our camel coloured desert boot with crepe soles. The desert boot allowed us to address both school and leisure wear with the one type of footwear. 

Every so often the desert boot experiences a humble revival. A few years back we enjoyed the pastel coloured desert boot but nothing will every come close to beating the original and the best.

Mr LRM modelling his Lost and Found Market Desert Boots.



Made to last.

Super stitching

Thank you LunaRayVintage for the cool pic.