It's all Taph's fault. Really!
You see, she called me the weekend before last to say she'd seen a dolls house I might like at Gorman House Markets. It had Triang written on the back and she knew that was a brand I had. She'd taken a photo. She'd send it to me when she got the chance.
For three days I was on tenterhooks. Three days! And then the photo arrived last Tuesday night:
Saturday morning, as soon as I'd finished at the Salvos opening, I was in the car and heading for Civic. Trying to stay calm and tell myself that it was probably sold. I arrived. I headed to the spot where Taph said she'd seen the stall. There was nothing there! I scuttled round the other stalls in the hope that I'd spot the house. Then, finally, I stopped at a likely looking stall and asked the owner if, just possibly, he'd had a dolls' house for sale last week?
I believe it's a Triang S, produced between 1958 and 1961, based on some basic internet trawling. It's missing the chimneys and two of the windows, so the hunt for replacements is on (can you help at all?)Inside it has 4 rooms and a garage
with built ins glued into the bathroom
and kitchen
(no idea if these are original or added later. I don't recognise them which doesn't help much. Maybe it's time to finally buy a copy of Marion Osborne's book on Lines and Triang dolls' houses...)The house is featured on the cover of this undated Triang catalogue, with different colouring:
and here's a version which was listed on eBay recently (with the more recognisable yellow door and no built ins...):
also from eBay, a larger version (the "R"? The "T"?) which has been remuddled (those look like Hobby's doors and windows).jpg)

and the queue was well formed by ten to nine.
There were speeches, of course (Jo, The Woden Manager, looked fit to burst with happiness and pride the whole way through. And rightly so too. I hear she put in very long hours getting the shop ready for opening and it looked great)
They'd obviously been keeping aside some nice stuff for the last little while. The range was excellent and in very good order.
We found some treasures
as did everyone else, by the looks of the length of the queue...



The drawing was an aerial view of the mud pools and I remember being rather disappointed the newspaper photographer turned up on this day rather that the day before when I'd worked on something much less risky which had turned out how I wanted it to. The aerial mud pools didn't...
I've always loved this picture and in an "aha!" moment realised this is what I'd been searching for to put on the lid of my new pencil tin. A 20 cent find at an op shop a couple of years ago, it was originally a DVD tin: lovely and plain and black except for the lid which advertised some action movie. I transferred my charcoal and pencils into it a couple of weeks ago and have been searching for the perfect image for the top since then.
We lounged round in the cool (splitting a bottle of wine between us: $5 each) before heading back into the heat for the free
and many people
joined in
on its creation. 
It was a lovely treat to be hanging out in
and be able to explore the cooling mist of Fujiko Nakaya's Fog sculpture when the heat got too much...
The creativity continued
until, finally, just after 11pm, both the concert and the painting were complete. It was an excellent night.
We got the call last week that the plums and apples were ready. (I think I forgot to mention that the owners of
So last night we converged and prepared ourselves to spend one of the hottest weekends of the summer locked inside steaming kitchens making jams and chutneys and sauces. *sigh*
2. The apples aren't quite ready yet. Eta is now two weeks away giving us a breathing space before we have to deal with them.
I don't know about everyone else who was there but I'm pretty happy to have an unexpectedly cleared weekend. Especially as it means I escape hovering over a steaming jam pot in 40 degree heat. Maybe I can catch up on some sleep instead...
11am: an iced coffee each at
And, for the first time ever, I saw an almond in its shell and realised how scary it was that I'd never actually wondered where almonds came from or what they looked like whole.
Which Patrica was half-way through so we had a chat about
Tonight's big plans involve knitting (Dad's now overdue vest), cooking (the gazpacho I didn't get to last night as I was out with a friend from Brisbane who was in town unexpectedly), house cleaning, lawn mowing and bread starting. We'll see how many of those I get through before I collapse in a puddle of sweat...
I was so intent on the very cheap penne pasta across the aisle that it took me a moment to realise that it wasn't usual to see such a thing in Australia. Unless it was at
(well, to be precise, Taph made relish and we watched and then helped bottle it)
Wait! Before you think we've completely lost it, there was method in our madness. We made tomato relish at Taph's Mum's place. And Taph's Mum has air conditioning!
which the stupid electrical fixit place said couldn't be fixed.
It's not perfect
but it's working much better now...

Rachel, email me your address details and I'll get the apron in the post to you this week...


