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| Random shot of things in the shop because I like them |
Only
four sleeps until we head off on the second buying trip of 2012 so this is my
last missive while in Australia Bangkok
People have been coming into the shop or emailing me about things
they want me to look for while we’re away.
So are there any more Final Requests before we head off? Just email me (or visit the shop) and I’ll
either put you on my Search List or tell you you’re dreaming.
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| Double-chambered French glass soda syphon lamp - the shade has stylized Fleur de Lis, which is nice |
So,
last Blog you might recall that I complained long and loud about how difficult
it can be to find stylish lamp shades but how I needed suitably stylish shades to
do justice to the French soda syphons I had converted to lamps. The very next day, after our morning beach walk,
we visited One World at Noosa
and walked away with a lovely shade for each lamp. And better still, they were having a
sale!
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| French Blue Glass Soda Syphon Lamp with Metal Casing |
The
last time I had a seriously good lamp base in need of a shade it was a converted Qing Dynasty vase
with a gorgeous crackled turquoise glaze and which featured a swimming
carp. I loved it the moment I saw it,
but Doug didn’t and instantly dubbed it Crappy
Lamp. That was until we visited One
World and obtained exactly the right shade for it, and now he also likes
it - although it will forever be known as Crappy
Lamp. And he liked Crappy Lamp sufficiently that he agreed
that we should keep it, so it never made it into the shop. The only reason why the double-chambered soda
syphon lamp hasn’t stayed at our house is because we already have one. It took four years to find another one like
it, but eventually my hunting paid off and it looks excellent in the window. I must say I have my eye on the blue glass
syphon lamp, but we already have lots of really cool lamps at home so I’ll have
to think about where I’d put it.
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| The battle commences .... |
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| But sometimes the hot water bottle fights back and gets on top .... |
It
has been just Calypso and Caleb coming into the shop in the lead up to the
buying trip. They are the two that need
the most handling to be social, and Caleb in particular is still learning his
name and also that there are Rules-That-Must-Be-Obeyed-Because-I-Said-So. He is really grappling with this concept, but
we’re getting there. And the more time I
can spend one-on-one with him, without him being distracted by some passing
moggie who he could wrestle with and bite in the neck and who is more
fun than me, the more responsive he is to doing as I bid.
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| So then you must renew your attack ... |
I know the cats will be spoilt rotten and
allowed to run wild while we’re away, so it will be good if especially Caleb doesn’t
find the whole idea of Rules entirely foreign by the time we get back. They all tend to play up for a good week or
so after we return from a buying trip, refusing to do what I say. They look at me with a look that Doug has
interpreted as I’m sorry, I don’t speak
Maid as they turn tail on me and flounce off. This attitude doesn’t withstand the Wrath of
Me for very long, but they all try it on for a while.
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| It's exhausting .... |
The
latest rat-baggery from Caleb this week has involved my hot water bottle. It doesn’t matter how cold it is, if I have
warm feet I’m fine so I do like a nice hot water bottle on cool evenings. And I recently purchased a fluffy striped fake
fur hot water bottle cover that Caleb immediately seized as his favourite
toy. He’s been dragging it all over the
house, which is quite a feat because it’s about the same size as him, so I have
to do a search whenever I want to use it.
Last night I decided I needed warm feet and so collected the hot water
bottle (this time under the bed) only to find that the little wretch had bitten
holes in it! He’s killed my hot water
bottle! Then this morning I caught him
red pawed having a go at the replacement.
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| But you must fight on ... |
It’s
lucky for the rest of the Gang that cat skin is tougher than hot water
bottle rubber. When Caleb was a few
weeks old we used to watch him play with his siblings, and he was
always in the middle of huge wrestles and always on top. Nothing has changed except the size of
his opponents – he is constantly wrestling with someone and is always
on top. He went a paw too far recently
when trying to evict Mischka from her favourite spot and was told in no
uncertain terms to Sod Off. So he can
take a hint if it’s accompanied by a great deal of stiff-legged growling – much
like most boys, I’m thinking.
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| And eventually Victory will be Yours. |
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| Your stalking sucks, Caleb. We can see you coming. |
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