It's no secret that I'm quite partial to an op shop adventure. It is also no secret that I'm quite partial to dairy goods. How brilliant it is that this week I've managed to combine these two big loves in an effort to find myself a vintage butter dish. (Hold onto your hats folks.)
In our household we use butter. But it has never had a proper home. Sometimes it is re-wrapped in its supermarket paper wrapper. Sometimes it lives on a plate in various states of undress...
Or various solid vs liquid states.
Poor homeless butter.
My mission (if I chose to accept it) was to find the butter a home. So I took myself to The Mill Markets in Daylesford. A Bunningsesque warehouse of vintage everythingness. Oh my giddy aunt. For an op-shopper, collector, and lover of vintage, it is a mind blowingly phen-om-in-al treasure hunt.
When op-shopping for something specific you need a watertight game day strategy. My sole focus was a lidded butter dish. I was not to be distracted by shiny whatsits, heartbreakingly ace retro thingies and ANY potential additions to my 570 collections. F o c u s K a t h y.
So I started. I trawled trestles and sifted shelves. I cruised cabinets and dissected displays.
I tippy-toed to take a chance on top shelf potentials and became grubby-kneed looking under floor dwelling racks and boxes.
And I found several butter dishes. Several worthy candidates for our yellow blocks of dairy goodness.
But they were all not quite right. Cute, or green, or pretty, or broken, or quite funny but probably used to be an ash tray (eww) (I'm all for ash on my cheese... when it's an artisan mature goat's milk valoute... Yes I'm talking about you Holy Goat Cheese - my favourite!!) (...did I mention I was partial to dairy goods??)
And just when I had all but exhausted my thrift store mojo... there it was... resplendent amongst the ric-rac gingham table cloths, old salt and pepper shakers and weird utensils of no fixed address... The perfect vintage, glass, lidded butter dish. (Well actually... it's technically a bread holder... but pffft, who wants one of those?)
The household butter now has a new home. Mission accomplished my friends. Tom Cruise ain't never had a mission like that. (Just as dramatic and explosive I assure you, the good guys won in the end... AND I did all my own stunts.)
Boy I love a vintage find! Are you an op-shopper too? Tell me your fave finds... I'd love to hear all about them.
And me? I'm off to have some well-earned hot buttered toast.
- Kathy. x x