Day 6:: Hitting The Motherload

when you push this car, it's windscreen wipers work!

this car has got diamantes for headlights!

that little yellow citroen is uber cool.

Here in deepest, darkest suburbia things are not as they seem. Yesterday evening, I went to go on my walk, but a certain three and a bit year old decided he wanted to join me. After some time negotiating that no, he couldn't come, soon followed a rather large tantrum, I gave up. Therefore this six day walker went out walking with small fry (not to be confused with small fries) and a resignation that this was not going to be a puff-inducing walk. No. It was going to be a walk of discovery.

Off we went, completely rugged up. Have I ever told you about my penchant for tea-cosy fashioning beanies out of them for my son? No! Well I do. He has a few. Makes for pretty funny viewing because I don't sew up the sides, so little tufts of hair poke out. Cute attack.

Anyway, there we are meandering our way through an abbreviated walk. I decide to tackle a hill. Small fry decides he's going to run it. Then I spy a mountain of garbage. I'm not backwards in going towards a mountain of garbage. Throw out day around here can yield some pretty fancy treasures.

But this, this was the motherload. Dash that walk - I'm going rummaging!

Small fry scored an old ride on vehicle with a stash compartment. Something he's always wanted.

pretty pretty

I scored.. A bevy of vintage Christmas decorations. There was lots more. Oh yes. So much more treasure to rifle through. But it was getting dark and it was all too much for us to carry back. So I just carried the box of decorations, Small Fry beefcaking it up by carrying the ride-on.

When we arrived home I had a new spurt of energy. Tossed the kids in the bath with their daddy, grab my car keys and off I am with torch in hand to continue this pillaging of someone else's trash.

I parked so my headlights shone on the Motherload. I took my torch out. Checked no one else was around, and went for it.

A great assortment of old metal cars. Any small boy's dream come true. Might even be a larger boy's dream too. A great assortment of books, toys and treasures. I felt like an earthbound pirate.

fear not, simulated car chase only!



an old truck with swinging back door (one door is missing)

I shoved boxes, suitcases and more boxes into the car. This is what living is for!?

But the piece de resistance? Well I had found a rather large suitcase filled with sewing stuff. WoohooO!

I came home, checked in with my mother-in-law and told everyone not to have a coronary when they saw the garage. There were boxes. There were suitcases. But I was going to go through them.

This is where it gets exciting. So I'm checking out what I have scored. Old t-shirts (and y-fronts?!) still in their packaging. I was pretty excited about the prospect of vintage fabrics, so I went for the suitcase that was holding this treasure. The vintage fabric...? Well it was a pair of old man pjs. Poop. No - surely this is a bag full of treasure?! I delve further.. Hmph. Not the score I was dreaming of. Another pair of pjs. And you know what else?! An enema kit. Yes, that's right. An enema kit. No sewing paraphernalia. Just an enema kit.

So, if anyone needs an enema kit, please be sure to get in touch. I won't actually be touching it myself, but if you feel the need to glove up, let me know. It's yours.