Caitlin

32 years ago, Peter was born into the world!  I’m very glad this happened.  In celebration, we took a picnic to Stanley Park and found a secret spot to have some illicit beers.  Please don’t tell. A little racoon family even joined us in the festivities.

We took a slightly beer hazy stroll down to the beach after our picnic.

It’s physically impossible to avoid calling into the charming Tea House in Stanley Park for a refreshing beverage. On this occasion I had a (few) Cucumber Margarita(s).  Zingy and salty and amazing on this hot day.

A little seal even popped up along the way to say hey.

At least, I think it did.  But maybe that was the margaritas talking….

Yes, those are tiny cats. And YES, they are also tiny candles! Cat. Candles. What more could a girl possibly want?

I was inordinately excited when I spotted them in the window of my local thrift shop in Vancouver’s West End.  My local thrifting experiences had been a little lacklustre of late. I think they’d become more selective about what to put on the shelves, and in the process had over-curated. Or maybe it was all quiet on the tat front. Either way, gone were all the useless, obnoxious, animal related items that my heart yearns for, and in their places were things you would actually want to use…like plates and fancy glassware. So, I was happy to add tiny candle kitties to my burgeoning tat collection!

They share their home with a panda bear cup, who also makes himself useful as a laundry token collector.

This forlorn looking puppy dog.

This wonderful (and multifunctional!) cat picture/mirror, perfect for my vanity/feline needs.  The little floral painting is an original I picked up for $2.  I like to imagine it raises the tone a bit.

I love the colours in this horse screen print.  Someone lovingly made this and then chose the most tacky, plastic frame for it. I promise I’ll give him a decent frame, or DIY this one, at some point!

I also am rather fond of this hand painted flamenco dancer tea coaster.  It is one of a gloriously tacky set. They wobble quite a lot, but where’s the fun in drinking tea if it’s not constantly on the verge of spilling? Exactly.

FINALLY, la piece de resistance… a postal scale from 1968!  I thrifted it for 50 cents! Yes, fiddy cents! There was no price on it, and the woman in the shop plucked the figure out of mid air.  It is utterly useless and I love it.

I’m starting from scratch after moving to Canada, so I still don’t have anywhere near enough bric-a-brac as I physically need. It’s an ongoing project and I think I need to throw my net out wider to see what Vancouver thrifting really has to offer.

I am ever hopeful that a faux deer bust lies somewhere in my future. This guy, belonging to Kaylah from super-inspiring blog the dainty squid, is pretty much a dream boat.  He has a toupee.  I repeat, A TOUPEE. *Swoon*.

A girl can always dream…