I just got back from hols with Mr Accordian, a Noted UK jeweller/metalsmith and one of the Messrs Bad Samaritans of Brighton. We spent some sunny and joyfilled days among granite in the Great Aussie Outdoors and some smoky and accordian filled nights in cabintopia.
While passing through a somewhat claustrophobic small town(Woodenbong), we chanced upon a craft shop and met Big Mal, the famous country and western singer and his agent/wife/crafter. She was definitely the little woman behind the big man. She also makes linaments and herbal remedies for such ailments as boils and pimples and offers free advice on how to suppress grey hair (brown onion skins steeped in boiling water and rinsed through one's hair on a regular basis - if the smell bothers you just add parsley). Apparently brown onion treatment would have your grey old hair looking like my tomato sauce mop. The UK jeweller looked frightened. I cannot say I use onions (red, white or brown) in quite this way but kept mum. My English friend whose glorious grey curls are her trademark, took the advice quite well under the circumstances, but is not likely to be found with parsely in her lovely locks or ponging of onion.
Casting around for some small token to purchase I found these $3 Bundaberg ginger beer bikes made by the crafter's son to raise money for the local nursing home and I just had to have one. Feeling much like little insects trapped in a sundew forest, we backed nervously out the door past the table of watchtower back issues and received a blessing from the Lord.
Casting around for some small token to purchase I found these $3 Bundaberg ginger beer bikes made by the crafter's son to raise money for the local nursing home and I just had to have one. Feeling much like little insects trapped in a sundew forest, we backed nervously out the door past the table of watchtower back issues and received a blessing from the Lord.
Meantime I got the great news that several of my Nana pieces had been purchased by Toowoomba Regional Art gallery. So I guess I was touched by some Woodenbong magic that day.
I got home, looked at Mr Accordian's photos and had a GANGajang moment: This is Orstraylia.....
7 comments:
Big congratulations for having your work aquired. :D Your work ROCKS!
That bike was quite nifty and for only three bucks is so cheap.
I once new a Mormon who hada secret passion for gangajang. Who wouldn't, it just wouldn't be ozzie.
Glad your back in our sleepy little city, missed you.
xx
fabbo! am going to toowomba-carnival of flowers and amazing RTW jewellery perfect combination
when people ask me why i cry all the time i'll say it's just the oinion in my hair think i'll start with spring oinions is there anybody else out there who uses oinions as a hair dye?
hey Florence what happened to the gangajang loving Mormon in a room of solid hardyflex(shame on you james hardy)
see you
thanks mr windbag and mr bird.
I like how GANGgajang has crossed all religious and cultural boundaries. maybe 'sounds of then:this is australia' should be our new national anthem!!
At $3 a pop I should have bought bundy bikes for all my fronds but we were overwhelmed with a burning desire to get outa there before religion became a topic of conversation!!
totally understandable Mr, er I mean Miss Wrecker.
oops sorry MS Windbag. Goodness me I should be hung out to dry!!!
I liked it when Big Mal put on his country music in case 'we liked what we heard'. I didn't dare mention I play the accordian.
Mr Accordian
nothing wrong with being addressed as Mr Windbag happens to me all the time!
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