Welcome Spring. Season of dung-outs and school fete fruitfulness.
Welcome another lovely bit of home-hewn kitchenware.
At last, an elusive chopping board: alas not sycamore, but Rimu; from the white elephant stall (actually a massive room full of proper old stuff, for which we were supposed to make an to make an offer. Which no one did as the lady manning it suggested ludicrously low prices without prompting. Hence I scored a box of lovely and useful things that should see me Op-Shop Showing-Off well into the new year. For all of $3).
*Pretty pickings courtesy of Claud.
Apparently the origin of the phrase white elephant was from the white elephants, revered in India, given as presents to frenemies, who then struggled financially to keep them. I wonder what the origin of the word Tombola is?! I do love these fine English fete-tastic words.
It is like home away from home, up to a point, at a school fete in 'Pommy-ora'. Castles were jumped, ponies were baulked at and rainbow cones spilt. Devonshire teas were slurped as the grown ups idly watched kids wreck a car with mallets taller, and probably heavier than them. Bunting slapped in the breeze above the heads of the floss-sticky kids queuing for Harley rides, the seats carefully covered with a blanky between goes to avoid leg burn on the sun scorched rear seat. Sigh. Only at school fete in 'Rang-hoon'!
