|Everyone picks up this little plate & looks at the|
underside to double-check that my description
tag is correct. I'm going to stick another tag
on the back saying "Yes, this really is English".
Taking a stand at a market only once a week has a lot to recommend it. We’re still very open to the idea of a Pop Up shop, but in the meantime it’s good to be back to a more civilized existence.
So it was off to the Caloundra Street Fair last Sunday.
Despite the excellent advice in my last Blog to the blessedly silent juggling busker, he’d run off – dare I hope that he’d actually cartwheeled off? – and was nowhere to be seen.
Instead, his place was taken by a young lady pretending to be a Fairy Princess Statue, dressed all in silver, with silver face, hair and body, and giant silver wings emerging from her back. But her makeup highlighted her cheekbones and created cavernous eyes – quite a skull-like effect. So whether she intended it or not she was a bit scary looking - kind of a Goth version of a Fairy Princess Statue.
|This charming little glass bird is made from|
Millefiori canes encased in clear glass.
I believe it is Italian.
You know I’m going to have some excellent advice for our Goth Fairy Princes Statue, because I am a mine of excellent advice. And here it is: Goth Fairy Princess Statue - stop wriggling!
I guess some people just aren’t cut out to spend hours sitting absolutely still. I know if I even think about having an itch an itch magically develops, and then good luck not scratching it.
But if you’re embarking on a career as a Goth Fairy Princess Statue, it’s probably a good idea to do a test run on your couch – not covered in body paint – before you venture out in public with your Sit-Very-Still act.
|I don't buy a lot of figures,|
unless they're elegantly shaped.
Our girl soon discovered, as did we all, that she couldn’t sit still if her life depended on it.
But all is not lost, and here’s my next bit of excellent advice: put in some fake fangs. Then she could wander the Street Fair looking like a Goth Fairy Princess Vampire. How “of the moment” is that? It’s an inspired idea, I know you are all thinking at this very moment.
She could go around scaring small children and little dogs, and it would be a hoot. I’d pay to see that. I’d also pay her to stalk and scare the bejesus out of selected enemies, and who among us doesn’t have a vast range of enemies? She could make a lot of money out of this gig.
As for our day at the Street Fair, it was just strange. For the first time we were allowed to show our jewellery, so we dragged out our smallest display case (bigger won’t fit in the car). In addition to a range of vintage French costume jewellery, we also displayed a selection of Roman carnelian beads from Libya, c300AD, which we sold for $6 each, and a range of Roman glass beads from Syria, also c300AD, which we sold for $1 each.
|Here is a French farm wire basket, a wire basket|
from the Paris Flower Markets, and an English
wooden apple crate.
For the most part these little antiquities were a big hit, but they did lead to two very strange encounters with visitors.
In the first instance I showed a woman the beads, explained where they were from and told her they are a little over one thousand, seven hundred years old. What’s so old about that? she asked. Wow, I said, You are really hard to impress. She gave me a tight-lipped smile, shrugged and walked off. So, rude as well as a philistine.
But at least she wasn’t crazy. Crazy was still to come.
|This is a French frosted glass vase,|
in the style of Lalique (but alas it's
not). Still French, though, & lovely.
And crazy came along in the form of a normal looking woman. You’ve got to watch the normal looking ones.
She inspected the beads and told me she had an enormous interest in archaeology. She asked me if I had heard of The 13 Crystal Skulls. Part of my sub-major at uni was archaeology, but no I had never heard of The 13 Crystal Skulls.
So these 13 Crystal Skulls, she told me, are human and they are millions of years old. That’s strange, I said, because humans haven’t been around for millions of years.
She entirely ignored that comment and went on with her explanation. When the skulls were made, she told me, they were all polished to absolute smoothness with human hair.
That’s strange, I said, because seeing how there weren’t any humans millions of years ago, buffing up your rock collection with human hair would have proven difficult. And anyway, what is the exfoliation value of human hair? It might actually take millions of years to polish crystal if that’s all you’re using.
|You can't have too many nice wooden|
boards. This one is English, although most
of those I'm offering are French.
She entirely ignored that comment and continued. The 13 Crystal Skulls were found in all corners of the world, she explained, and they communicate with each other. Together, they house the Knowledge of Ever.
That’s strange, I said, I’ve never heard of the Knowledge of Ever.
Displaying my extreme ignorance was the ideal opportunity to be lectured at. The Knowledge of Ever, did you know, is the knowledge of all things, ever. Ever, ever, ever. Past knowledge, future knowledge, multi-dimensional knowledge (yes I made that last bit up, it’s just past and future knowledge).
That’s strange, I said, how can anything know all future knowledge?
As an aside, you might have guessed by now that we were having a quiet moment at the Street Fair. But to continue ….
|This is a rare, large Denby ceramic vase,|
coupled with English stoneware pots with
The 13 Crystal Skulls, it was explained, together form a type of Black Computer. I don’t know what a Black Computer is, but I saw no need to display my utter lack of education yet again.
When we learn how to turn on this Black Computer, I was informed, we shall become the Custodians of the Knowledge of Ever. Won’t that be grand?
That’s strange, I said, if we don’t know how to turn the Black Computer on, and we don’t know how The 13 Crystal Skulls communicate with each other, how do we know they actually are communicating and are chock full of past and future knowledge?
They’ve done tests, apparently. Who? you ask. They. They!
|Your cup of tea in the morning|
always tastes better in nice china.
Nuff said. Everyone knows they aren’t to be questioned when they’ve done tests.
Who knew that attending a Sunday market could be so educational? But why, why did I bother with boring old normal archaeology when I should have focused on becoming anointed a Custodian of the Knowledge of Ever?
Our next outing will be at the Peregian Beach Market (weather permitting) this coming Sunday, 10 August. The weather forecast is for torrential rain, in which case we’ll stay in bed. But if the forecast is wrong, as seems likely at this point, then we’ll be there bright and early. I wonder what pearls of wisdom I’ll learn at this market?
|A copper preserving pan, big heavy brass preserving pan and enamel ewer, part of the large selection of nice metalware we are offering at the Markets.|