Oakland is an excellent place to scavenge.
As previously, I went to the San Pablo Flea Market and Urban Ore, and to the Depot for Creative Reuse twice, once on arrival and again on departure, because their goods turn quickly and they are right down the block.
I assembled so many treasures that I had to bring a sackful to Matt to bring home (he works in Berkeley) AND made an extra trip home to drop some off. I still had to sit on my suitcase to get it zipped.
As usual, the SPFM, pictured above, was a flea market on LSD, and they do get first prize for Weirdest Shit for this:
What the hell is that, you ask? THAT, my friends, is a jar of prunes.
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I know. There were several.
Though tempted, I did leave the prunes alone. Instead I came home with the most spectacular set of rust dyeing equipment I could get onto the bus. Here’s some of it:
It’s already hit the back porch, and is happily stewing away in the unseasonable sunshine.
Over the week, at my various locals, I found: rusty iron in various shapes, lengths, sizes; mini cast-iron pan; copper pipe; copper wire; iron wire; steel wool; an old bin lid to rust dye in; foam and wood blocks for stamp bases; rubber cement; a variety of resists to make into stamps to use on paper and fabric; a variety of watercolor and sketching paper to try out stamping and leaf printing; enamel, acrylic, and fabric paints; paint thinners, extenders, and brushes; a plexiglass fragment and a brayer to spread paint on it; yards and yards of linen, cotton canvas, and silk noil fabrics, and cotton crochet thread….
I played with paint and stamping supplies before I even came home. I mordanted some of the drawing papers in alum, layered them with these fantastical leaves I found in the compost heap and some other leaves I’d brought from home, tied them in a bundle to be brought home and steamed. I stamped and painted some of the papers, and let me tell you, I have no idea what I’m doing.
I used to fingerpaint when I was a kid, and that’s about my current skill level. However. It was all in the name of experimentation and answering the question hey, what happens when I do this or that? Some results I’m kind of “Meh!” about, other things I did intrigue me and ask for more attention.
I find it so pleasant to scavenge in this way. It feels right, kind of hunter-gatherer maybe, a massage of genes we don’t use much of in our technological lives. The knowledge in my head of what I need and want, the slow picking my way forward in the sunshine, over piles of chaff, seeking the nutrient bits in the salvage yard mulch. Spotting of treasure, assembling a hoard to bring home, to keep my heart warm for the rest of the winter.
February 15, 2016 at 10:15 am
I can’t wait to go salvaging with you! I got the house!!!!!!! I’m going to need some old doors.
Nice score!
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February 15, 2016 at 10:21 am
Hhooorrayy! I was just wondering about you and your house last night, if you were moving soon. I didn’t realize there was still a question about whether or not you’d get it! When do you move? Salvaging together would be fun! We’d so egg each other on to crazy lengths.
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February 15, 2016 at 1:55 pm
Sounds like it was fun and now you get to have more fun
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February 15, 2016 at 9:58 pm
Exactly!
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February 17, 2016 at 2:08 am
Reblogged this on and commented:
My mom often made her own yarn.Dad would shear the sheep and mom took over from there. This is a fascinating blog
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February 17, 2016 at 2:26 am
Wow, Sarah, thank you so much, I’m totally flattered! I’ve never been rebogged before. Makes my day that you find my blog fascinating! I’m heading off to bed, but will come check things out tomorrow, to be sure. (:
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February 17, 2016 at 7:19 am
Well now you have been reblogged.
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February 17, 2016 at 2:26 am
That would be reblogged. Not rebogged. Although I’d like to know what it means to be rebogged.
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February 17, 2016 at 7:18 am
Laughing.
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