Located at a random furniture joint. you can find antique reproduction model phones on ebay depending on your price range. This one was cheaper than what i’ve seen on there tho, and i figured its so ridiculously lary, I had to have it.

This weekend I had the utmost hedonistic pleasure of playing host to the creator of Brisbane’s Premier Steampunk Nightclub, Prometheus Bound. While I’m certain Talisa is now looking to move here,  we managed to fit in a delicious weekend of crafting fruit sculptures, shopping, hairy opera houses and shopping. Lilli managed to spot an awesome find in my favourite shop of buddhist supplies and various imported crap;

best part? three freaking dollars for the lot. total win. needless to say Talisa and I cleared the shop out of the buggers and now there are only sheets of brass dinosaurs left. you snooze, you lose.

I will post another update in the next few days of the other piece of supreme SFOTD AWESOME we found on the way home in an alley, which happens to be a very old (albeit empty) dining set case constructed entirely of very heavy, very gorgeous wood. I have a rather intensive plan for that thing which will be getting much coverage on fuckimgreatjustaskme.com over the coming months.

EXCITING finds for the weekend indeed.

Found this little contraption in a junk pile next door… the corner thing is spring loaded and old. so the thing doubles as both a lovely corner shelf (once shelves are re-added) and a fucking bear trap.

This’ll go nice with that chair I picked up over the road a few months back. which reminds me, i’ll need to post photos of the finished product shortly.

There’s nothing that gets you out of bed quicker than a message from the housemate of win and awesome stating there are some lanterns that would appeal to me down the street.

Hell yes they appeal to me.

So the people across the road were having a garage sale today, which was relatively successful for them, however due to the less than amicable departure of the person who left their shit at the house, anything they didn’t sell by the end of the day was chucked onto the side of the road for the scavangers to pick up.

Ie, me.

I went over and chatted to the bloke anyway, to be all friendly like and social and whatnot, then with his blessings got stuck into the looting of his shit.

cute little chair of win i might have to do up in the near future.

Now THIS epic little piece of awesome would happen to be a rather heavy ceiling light. looks very tentacle-y.

All in all a wonderous day of victory.

Lack of updates due to being out of the country then getting back subsequently broke.

While over in the land of the exhausting list of food choices i had the privilege of getting to attend a wonderous and magical place by the name of Smith and Edwards in Ogden Utah.

weird lookin junk yard right? tch. yeah no. try sixty acres of just about anything you can imagine that’s mechanical or military.

as well as the surplus store inside that sells military gear for ridiculous prices (picked up a legit army jacket for $20, plus a couple of high qual badges for $15), their yard has anything an engineer, inventor or steampunker could ever want for, from the accessible to the mad scientist ventures (for christ’s sake, they have a WW2 steel office bunker in there as well as a fucking military train carriage).

Air raid siren.

Steamroller anyone?

oh, if only it weren’t for the weight restrictions i would verily, be truely well packed with shit to come back with.

BUT i have a cool jacket. so i’m content with that. but yeah, totally wanted to share this, because the place was absolutely fucking awesome. the amount of projects i got in my head from seeing this shit was unbelievable.

One of the reasons I love living where I live is the supreme amount of shit people in my area throw out. One man’s trash….

And its constant. Because of the housing market people are coming and going every 6mths or so, or alternatively, moving into retirement villages or… uh… dying.

This means that they end up throwing half their shit out onto the curb for the “council” to pick up, but with scavangers like me roaming the neighbourhood the local pickup service never stands a fucking chance.

And what with the aged population in the area, this usually means a lot of cool shit. We’ve picked up mirrors, old speakers and record players in perfect working condition, chairs… oh god the chairs. I think we have enough seats in our backyard to house a small wedding reception by the hills hoist (funny I mention that because we are..).

Oh and did I mention the old stuff? mmmm old stuff. My internal shiny steampunk antenna  pricks up and goes wild at the sight of dumped stuff on the side of the road, and this afternoon’s find couldn’t have been more brilliant. And more accessible. Two doors up from me I found… well, two doors.

Fucking awesome. The second door is missing the accents down the sides but that’s as easily fixed as a quick jog down to the local framing store to replace them. Or getting lucky and finding a random frame on the side of the road. Uh. Again.

UPDATE: IDEA!

I am so making this happen.