More wandering

I had an appointment in Prahran this morning then I spent the afternoon wandering about the streets, as I am wont to do. I took a lot of photos of stuff and things. 

Trio of verandah seats, Prahran 

Skull and bricks, Artists Lane, Windsor

Rainbow Tea, Artists Lane again

Well, hello there. Naturalist mann-equin at Chapel Street Bazaar

Ha-haaaa! T-Rex tapping out witty retorts on Facebook

Shady, leafy Davis Street, South Yarra 

Gorgeous house and garden on Davis Street

Blooming 

Rusting

In the front garden at Botanics on Punt Road

Inside Botanics, florest, nursery and giftshop - aka paradise

I bought a stem of gorgeous purple orchids

  

And some chrysanthemums (fittonia on the right)

My mantelpiece 

More 'mums and spathiphyllum with a trio of flowers

Orchid close-up

I walked about 16,000 steps and was plum tuckered out when I got home. I had a nice hot bath and am very much looking forward to getting into bed. I don't plan to emerge from before lunchtime. 

Catching up: part III (ghost signs)

Here is an assortment of ghost signs I've spotted while out and about over the past few weeks. 

The Big Store, Wattle Street, Prahran (off Chapel)

The Big Store again 

I think this is the building opposite The Big Store on Wattle Street

An accidental reveal on the verandah of Dragonfly Flowers 

on Chapel Street, Windsor

Billiards

Sands & McDougall Pty Ltd, Printers and Lithographers, 

Spencer Street, West Melbourne

I went for a walk on my lunch break on a sunny day this week and found these old signs. There's signs on the back of the building, which I've photographed before, but I don't think I've passed the front of the building in daylight before. 

The side

Painted over signs on an old shop front, Bridge Road, Richmond 

An old paint shop, most likely. This side says "Butrex full gloss"

And this side: "Revelite flat, semi gloss, full gloss

Bread, bare, bird

I remembered to go to Morris Jones in Windsor for their fig and walnut banana bread today. How could I forget? I've been thinking about it all week!  It was served with cinnamon spiced ricotta and honey on the side. It was nice...but I think my expectations were very high.

It wasn't as well done around the edges as it looks!

Morris Jones is a fairly new restaurant and bar set up in a building that was a warehouse and furniture store  trading under the name H Morris Jones & Co from 1887 to 1910. The facade of the building still bears the name H Morris Jones & Co,  and the I love that the owners took it as the name of their business. They even restored the original facade. I'm not sure how much of the interior of the building is original, but I like the exposed timber beams and the way they've sanded back the paint on the wall to expose the brickwork.

It was a beautiful day today. We walked into the city in the afternoon and it was warm enough to bare my arms to the sunshine. In the middle of winter!

We saw the white-faced heron hunting in the reeds near the river bank on the way home. 

More on Craig and adopt-a-word

I was down Windsor way today and I kept my eye out for Craig's quirky and amusing notes. Even though he's been outed as a mere imitator, I still wanted to see them for myself.

I spotted a couple of what looked like remnants of his signs and was thinking perhaps they'd been ripped down by disgruntled former admirers, and then I spied this intact one.

And clearly I'm not the only one captivated by Craig's amusing (if unoriginal) whimsy who thought of flushing him out with a note of their own. If you can't make it out, the writing at the bottom, it says, "Craig we love you like we love our battered saus[age]. Call me....".

Maybe this person ripped down the other note that someone stuck underneath, hoping to have him all to herself?

I also saw this note - which looks like it might have originally been accompanied by a bunch of balloons - on the post box where one of Craig's signs was.

PS Don't ask me who BNE is, but they was everywhere along Chapel Street today.


Adopt-a-word

I have just discovered (via The Happiness Project) a cool site called Save The Words which allows you to adopt your very own word. (OK, it's cool if you're a word nerd like me). You can even get your adopted word printed on a T-shirt.

When adopting it, you pledge to use the word as often as you can, to try to save it from lexical oblivion.

I haven't had a good look yet, but, as an avowed word lover, I really should have one all of my very own to love and nurture. I just have to find the right one... This is not a decision to be made lightly. A word is not just for Christmas, you know.

I'll keep you posted. Let me know if you adopt one.

More silliness on the streets

The above thoughtful courtesy note is one of a dozen quirky/crackpot signs that "Craig" has affixed to light poles and post boxes around the streets of Windsor, in inner Melbourne.


So says an email that was sent to me today by a friend, anyway. Here's some more of Craig's delightfully deranged signs -

Of course I love them. I love him and I have no idea who he is or why he's doing this. I asked Google, but Google pretty much shrugged its shoulders.

I have to know, dammit! I wonder if I turned up at one of the alotted times (although there's no date) would he be there waiting in his half-pirate/half-clown get up or whatever? (I wonder if anyone did show up?) Could I lure him out with an offbeat note of my own?

And why didn't I know about this earlier? Windsor is kinda my stomping ground...well, I stomp around there at least twice a month anyway, including past the places where Craig has stuck his notes. Am I walking around with my eyes shut?

If you want to see the full set, email me and I'll send them to you (address is on my profile).