Showing posts with label The Odd Spot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Odd Spot. Show all posts

Monday, November 28, 2011

Patches aftermath .. (fowtows?)

This blog post is bound to prove one thing if any.. that the best of intentions is never enough to get a job done. I wanted to document this year's Christmas edition of Patches thoroughly .. I even charged the camera's battery.. I had intended to take photos of every purchase on its new owner! guess what I did.. I left my stall for 15 mins right after I set up.. ran about to say 'hi..ello!' to close friends for 5 mins.. took photos of their stuff and mine.. checked on the SPCA stall and took some photos of that, then I went back to my stall because the market was officially open .. after that in a flurry of paper bags, big smiles, hot soup and 'biznizz' cards I forgot all about my camera.. silly silly me.

Still.. here goes..

Carla's Rita Cholita stand!



This is Sarah's The Secret Rose stand!



and this is my Patches neighbour Alexandra's illustration and screenprinting stand!



These are the only 2 pitiful photos I took of my stall! *disaster!



And this is my mum.. who brought me egg and ham sandwiches and green tea and helped me wrap things for people throughout the day! (*and just in case she sees this, I must ask her to not ask me in turn to put this photo down.. instead she should be happy I didn't put up the one in which she appears to be making fun of my pearly fascinator hat!)




For a decent picture of myself I must direct you to Ramona Depares' blog post and Denise Scicluna's proper photo documentation of the event!

someone always does it better hehe

This Patches event was a blast! The soup was super good, the cookies super crunchy and my last stolen visit to Lara's new vintage clothing wing 'Hey Birdie Pie!'(*sans camera of course!), just the treat I needed after a whole day on my poor legs! I wish Patches happened in two parallel dimensions where I could mind my stall and roam about the market simultaneously!


PS: as from today my wares will no longer be hidden away underneath my sewing room french bed.. they are currently on display and for sale exclusively at The Odd Spot in Labour Avenue Naxxar! x

also.. I am currently asking (/begging) for photos of you wearing the stuff you purchased from my stall! it'll be a lovely reminder of the event and a memory aid for me to rely on when I need to know what went were and with whom! x

Friday, September 30, 2011

The Odd Spot


Babettopolis is proud to inform you that as from today (well, yesterday to be exact) some of its latest creations will be on show and for sale from the lovely outlet in Naxxar (Labour Avenue, opposite playingfield) by the name of The Odd Spot. The place houses a carefully selected assortment of items from around the world, both antiques and reproductions of. From assorted china from Russia, to low copper tables, egyptian metalwork lamps (yes I have my eye on the one in the window with the extra long fringe already), decorative busts, handmade cushions and divinely executed handwork from India and Ireland.


My mantlepiece has long aspired to be this shop.. I can only strongly suggest you visit, if you're on the lookout for a perfect gift and a nice chat. The place also acts as a workshop for the owner, an artist whose work adorns the walls of the shop. What else can I say.. it's a wonderful, good place to be in!


It doesn't close in the afternoon so that's another plus!


Now.. on an entirely different note.. here are some books from my childhood which I must have inherited from cousins.. I found them whilst I was clearing out at my parents' and they're just lovely so I thought I'd share.

Yes, yesterday was that noteworthy day in my life. The day when you finally decide to throwaway rotting and badly stuffed dolls, barbies missing a leg and old school workbooks. The day where you are bound to realize how badly kitted out your barbie collection had always been but you were too young and 'creative' to realise, how utterly miscellaneous your playmobil family was and what bad grammar your old diaries were written in.

I must admit, the clearing and sorting did me a world of good.. I now have nicely sorted textile, more space to store it in and a strained back to boot.