Memoires

The rain suits my mood pretty well...feeling sad as P goes away to Oz for a few months to work. Sigh...oh well, i hope the days and weeks fly by quickly. It's quite funny how every time i drive home from Auckland, it's always pouring! i hate the fog on my windscreen and the slippery road but i think i did well trekking Auckland to our city in 3 hours despite the rain and a stopover.
Paeroa, a small sleepy town made famous by the L&P fizzy drink is truly a treasure trove for antique stuff...i had to have a look!
I ended up buying nothing- i was only after a typewriter (the old manual one) but there was none or an old suitcase- which there was plenty of however their top half are either almost caving in or so worn out i didn't think it's worth to buy but i loooved looking around, twas' a treat to the senses :)
It's like being transported back in time- the musty smell of old memorabilias, vintage posters, Salter kitchen scales, English tea cup sets, rusty kitchen tins, authentic vintage gowns- some really lovely, some quite gaudy and gothic looking, ha,ha,ha...Plenty of books, music sheets, pictures+frames, furniture and bits & bobs. I adore the jewellry, lovely antique rings and necklaces, sigh...romanticism at it's finest.
i wouldn't mind to own one of  those old-style dial up telephones but they were a bit pricey for $96. I especially like the clear bottles, that's one of the things i want to collect in the future, antique milk bottles, love!
Well, that stop was worth it since it swept me back in time and out of my lonely space for a good hour. I couldn't resist but smile when i overheard a few elderly customers talk about their childhood and their first doll, ahhh, bless!  but what really catches my eye when i browse shops like this are the photographs of people, browned & aged by time...i wonder about them- the lives they lived. I wonder, maybe in the future, the generations ahead (if the Lord tarries...) will also take our place & wander into shops and collect Mac or other pc's, iPhones & such as their vintage. Funny to think about that now hey. Maybe they'll look at my family pictures too and think about the life i lived...that once upon a time in this world- i existed.

*Below are some pictures I've taken, enjoy-

my daughter says they look rather creepy in a group, hehehe...

'pediaphobia' fear of dolls?

nah...i thought they were gorgeous, dolls from different eras. Fab.

once upon a time lived a mother & her daughter....

makes you wonder about the people who used to own  

the things they sell at antique stores

from the pantry :)

camera love...