the sourcerer: Boot sale bounty.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Boot sale bounty.

Finally made it to the SARDA boot sale in Constantia this morning. (third Saturday of every month) Bumped into Braam, haggling over some porcelain ducks. Found something that I've been needing - a working kitchen scale:

And something I didn't know I needed, until I saw it - a turquoise lamé evening dress...

Left the horse people and drove back via Milnerton market. Ernest had this heavy and gorgeously engraved plated tray. Didn't know I needed that either.

Inscribed: Presented by the Brethren of St Patrick's Lodge to Wor. Bro. & Mrs A.L.Marshall on the occasion of their marriage. 26 - 6 - 39, with the Masonic compass and square rule. I know very little about Free Masonry, but have always been a little fascinated by the secrecy and ritual.

4 comments:

Roy said...: hey Lil, my dad knows a lot about the masons. sure he'll be happy to natter to you about it ad infinitum. and he said the other day he misses you. give him a call.
xR; July 16, 2011 at 1:00 PM
the sourcerer said...: xx!; July 17, 2011 at 11:17 AM
Karen Bekker said...: Can't believe I had to miss it this week! Kids schedule tore me away- love the dress! x
PS- Also got a scale from the nice gentleman with all the scales - ours is orange.; July 17, 2011 at 6:43 PM
the sourcerer said...: it was great... had to tear myself away from some great vintage clothes. a paisley velvet suit... a long orange and yellow linen dress... I'll be back!; July 17, 2011 at 10:51 PM

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You could tend a garden at night, only at night, pouring dark water onto leaves, and into the earth, like pouring midnight onto midnight. You could hold your soil-stained hands up to the moon. The stars would gleam on the bottom of the shovel. It would smell the same as a daytime garden - it would smell green, violet, red, white. But come back, in daylight. Come back, to see the colours without closing your eyes.
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You got very hungry when you did not eat enough in Paris because all the bakery shops had such good things in the windows and people ate outside at tables on the sidewalk so that you saw and smelled the food. When you had given up journalism and were writing nothing that anyone in America would buy, explaining at home that you were lunching out with someone, the best place to go was the Luxembourg gardens where you smelled and saw nothing to eat all the way from the Place de l'Observatoire to the rue de Vaugirard. There you could always go into the Luxembourg museum and all the paintings were sharpened and clearer and more beautiful if you were belly-empty, hollow-hungry. I learned to understand Cézanne much better and to see truly how he made landscapes when I was hungry. I used to wonder if he were hungry too when he painted; but I thought possibly it was only that he had forgotten to eat. It was one of those unsound but illuminating thoughts you have when you have been sleepless or hungry. Later I thought that Cézanne was probably hungry in a different way.
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