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A bit of a vintage or antique thing going on today, depending on what side of the pond you’re from. According to Etsy (who are a U.S. company) anything over 20 years old is vintage and anything over 50 years old is antique. Thanks Etsy! In the U.K. I think items have to be over 100 years old to be an antique and I’ll let you know whether that bothers me if I get that far.
Anyway, a little while ago during one of my frequent rummages in dusty old barn type places I came across this old clock face. I wasn’t even sure if it was old or a modern item that had just got a bit battered. I thought it was made of concrete but Mr. T thinks it is like lava rock but, anyway, it was only 20 euros and I had in mind making a little garden table out of it if I could find a suitable base.
When I got it home I decided to do a bit of research and it turns out that it is indeed old (19th century) and appears to be by the famous French clockmaker, Jean-Paul Garnier, who was an early pioneer in the unification of time on the railway system.
Like this one in fact.
(photo by Stefan Sonntag found on Google Maps here)
Apparently this is in a railway station in Syria.
( I hope Mr. Sonntag doesn’t mind me using his lovely photograph from Google images but I have linked to his work just below the photo.)
Recently I stopped at the same Brocante again and there was not one but three iron bases lined up against the wall. So, having kept my eye out for one for a few months now it seems that, like buses, iron table bases come all at once.
I think Mr. T. will mount the clock face to a wooden board before fixing it on the stand as we don’t want to mess with the face. Then it will go on the garden terrace – maybe – or stay indoors, I can’t decide yet. What do you think of it? The hole in the middle will have some sort of ‘decorative bung’ inserted but I’ve just balanced it on top for now to show you.
This may well be a unique table in the truest sense of the word. Talking of which, it literally drives me mad when I see things being described as ‘unique’ when people only mean ‘unusual’ or ‘a bit rare’. Note that I have used the word ‘literally’ in the sense it is now being
abused used which also irritates the hell out of me but it seems there is no hope for ‘literally’ and it looks as if ‘unique’ is to follow. I also hate ‘so fun’ – shouldn’t it be ‘such fun’. Ooer, I’ve gone all pedantic, sorry about that. Back to any old iron.
There is a huge old wall to one side of the front of our house. The other side to the front has been hideously deformed by our neighbour which is why we fell out with him until he helped us get our dog down from his roof and we were forced, albeit briefly, to speak to him again. See here for the gory details if you haven’t read it.
Anyway, until recently, it was covered in masses of dark green ivy – home to blackbirds and all sorts for decades – which has now been removed. Old wall revealed, climbing roses ordered, trellis work being considered. The wooden trellis work available in most garden centres is not always of the best quality – although it should be with the prices they charge – so Mr. T. is considering making his own.
However, in the same brocante, I spied these lovely old ironwork panels – there are three of them actually – and I thought they would look great on the wall amongst the roses. They measure around 110cm high and 40cm wide (43 x 16 inches)
Here is the wall in question which is about 15m long (getting on for 50ft) and around 3m high.
Do you think there might be something wrong with my sense of scale? Mr. T does
No matter – they will go somewhere – I couldn’t just leave them there now could I?
I’m considering having them mounted in wooden frames and fixing them to the wall behind the large pots we have either side of our front door and planting the pots up with an annual climbing plant. Any other suggestions welcome.
It must be that time of year
I love making these but there are lots of bits and pieces and it really is a labour of love. It’s just from time to time I am inexplicably drawn to making another one
– or in this case, two.
The last big vide grenier of the year took place recently and this was on the first stand I came to so I
wrestled Mr. T to the ground persuaded Mr. T we needed yet another antique mannequin in the house and a deal was done.
She is what I call ‘headmistress shaped’ because my fearsome headmistress at school was engineered by vicious undergarments to look rather like this – she used to remind me of a figurehead at the prow of an old ship. So ‘Miss Viner’ has joined my other girls but I will never refer to her as ‘cheap and nasty’ as she used to do to us if we committed any misdemeanour, even one as small as talking in class (as I did – often)
I am doing quite well with my dog bandanas in aid of the local rescue. There will be a stand at a big Christmas Fair this weekend and I am going to send some along for sale there. Somebody told me about soaking them in an essential oil mixture which makes the dog smell nice and also repels fleas and other nasties so I am waiting for the recipe and might give it a try. In the meantime, the patient Stan has posed for more photos. Just wait until he sees what Mlle. Tialys the elder
forced persuaded me to buy for him when I was over in the U.K. Even he might draw the line at it – watch this space!
Speaking of my U.K. visit, as well as the obligatory fish and chips, Indian meal and high street shopping, I also indulged in a bit of culture. I bribed Mlle. T. the elder to accompany me to see ‘Mr. Turner’, the film about the genius painter which was very good and set me up for my visit to Tate Britain to see the Late Turner Exhibition the next day.
Snow Storm – Steam-Boat off a Harbour’s Mouth
This is one of my favourite paintings which was on display at the exhibition.
I have to say Mr Turner is not really her sort of film and I did have to keep glancing sideways at her to make sure she was still awake but, afterward, she pronounced it ‘interesting’ which is all a mother can hope for. By way of compensation I took out a second mortgage and we went to see the West End show ‘Sunny Afternoon’ which is a sort of biopic about The Kinks and it was excellent and here is a reminder of the songwriting skills of Ray Davies and the band’s very distinctive sound.