A few items of the year’s first collection. The rest will be in store sometime next week.
My Dog Is Two
Friday, February 5, 2010
Credits: (top photo)
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Our dog will be two on Valentine’s Day. Here’s a shot of his everyday disgust when we go through the front door ready for work. HY’s ideal life is quite well captured by the top photo, a home where you can just about do everything with the dog. And what the dog knows you know. Yup, that kind of life.
Poem For A Heart In The City
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
YOU do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.Wild Geese
by Mary Oliver
More Of This World Needs To Know
Friday, January 29, 2010
of Tanita Tikaram.
1995 or so, and not a bit reduced by time.
Every time I listen to her, I am transported to the girl who would do anything for life. Anything. I’m not sure how much I’ve changed, but I know the pain of listening to her music is real.
You know what is more painful than love?
Cathedral Song is my favorite Tikaram song. I’ve always had my film-esque version of this song’s lyrics, and it does not match the video. Actually all her videos (on Youtube) fail me. But I want to share her music with the world. Only The Ones We Love was the first song of hers I came to. I was 20 and madly in love. I remember a particular experience while on campus. It was winter and the ground was a spread of dread, yet I kept thinking, “Each step I make brings me closer to you”.
Being an ancient heart.
Remind Me The Reason I Came
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Love the guitar and instruments that solo a way to another world.
3.35 onwards, do you, hear?
Careless Whisper
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
I don’t usually like covers but this one by Beth Ditto is rightly post punk and has a ‘musically-achieved’ quality to it. See the rad live here.
I’m inspired. I was, after all, in all my school-going years, a choir girl.
A Love Letter To Posterity
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Dear You,
The last good thing to have happened to me in 2009 was becoming the owner of rare milliner’s parts. As old and (some) fragile as they are, color appears almost as rich as the day they were dyed. I had originally wanted to add them in to my personal collection, but the more I look at them, the more urgent I feel their appeal. Perhaps the word is not urgent but lovely. If you are good with your hands or have an imagination as free as a bird, may these become your delightful find.
Your Fellow Dusty Collector.
Available in store.
Milliner's Parts
1950s milliner's parts
$28.00
Rare milliner’s parts so please email us to order and check for item availability, specifying color and style.
Period: 1940s-1950s.
Original article/origin tags are on some of them.
These stunning milliner’s parts can be turned into anything. Bring them to life!Each part is priced at SGD28.
- Origin:
- Milliner’s Parts from Germany, France, Japan
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The Sound A Bell Makes
Monday, January 25, 2010
He said no word of her to us
Nor we of her to him,
But oh it saddened us to see
How wan he grew and thin.
We said: she eats him day and night
And draws the blood from him,
We did not know but said we thought
This was why he grew thin.
One day we called and rang the bell
No answer came within,
We said: She must have took him off
To the forest old and grim,
And how can we help him being eaten
Up in forests grim?
It is a restless time we spend,
We have no help from him.
We walk about and go to bed,
It is no help to him.
Sometimes we shake our heads and say
It might have better been
If he had spoke of her to us
Or we of her to him.
Which makes us feel helpful,until
The silence comes again.
Nor We of Her to Him
by Stevie Smith
There is a brass bell in store that sounds a little like paradise’s chime.
The sound of a bell is its soul. This one is worth it.
Wall Brass Bell
The loudest, clearest bell we've come across
$240.00
A solid brass bell with wall bracket (removable from bell). Only 2 screws needed.
The bell pitch echoes beautifully so that it beats any ringer or doorbell.
- Origin:
- Unknown
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The River’s Silver
Sunday, January 24, 2010
If you are on the lookout for minimalist accessories and generally avoid shiny types, silver panned from the river may just be right for you. It feels natural because it is natural. And it’s fair trade too.
Old Thing
Thursday, January 21, 2010
I collect things old and seldom wonder who had them before I came along. I find myself thinking how the object, now in my hand, had once looked at people, and how that has changed when it looks at me today. I also find it amazing how we have discovered so much as mankind, yet remain still so far unable to express our most vivid feelings.
Do you like old things? I do.
Yet I have very few things that truly once belonged to me. Nature and other people’s trash and treasure have come to erect an adulthood in my clenched childhood.
Vintage Enamel Pink Rose Brooch
A charming pink rose brooch
$68.00
- Origin:
- U.S.A.
