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Since my last blog entry I've been immersed in the world of English porcelain patterns (or at least the eBay window on it), and have started placing bids. There's a bit of a divide between what I'd love, and what I can afford; I've been very taken with Edwardian Crown Derby Imari, but at around  £25 a setting it'll have to wait, so I've plumped for a slightly later, more common deco-ish imari that's easier to find, and match.

Of course, in my slightly obsessive way, this is but the start of a journey. I'd pretty much resigned myself to buying a silver-plated tea pot, because of the dearth of china examples, which lead onto looking at other items of silverware. Teaspoons were an obvious place to start, as my modern stainless steel spoons just wouldn't be appropriate. Ditto for my sugar tongs, so they've been added to the list, but plated tongs aren't that much less expensive than solid silver and I've bids on the latter.

I was well aware of the dangers of browsing the silver categories, so it's no surprise to me that I've ended up the owner of a set of cake forks; I've justified these by imagining taking tea outdoors, which will give me the impetus to sort my lawn out (that is actually relaying it after digging it over five years ago). There's a danger that this might develop into a mild jihad against barbecues stinking up our street every time we get a fine day. I've yet to justify the bid on a silver plated wine cooler, as I'm all but teetotal... wine might however compensate my friends for the absence of burnt meat to chew on in my garden, hmmm...

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I think Barbecues

Angharad's picture

should be subject to the same restrictions as bonfires, because they smell just as much. Annoyingly, they also seem to be most popular on days when it's the best days for line drying my washing. If I wanted my clothes to smell like a BigMac, I'd go and work there.

Angharad

Angharad

Smoke

erin's picture

The AQMF here in SoCal have threatened to ban barbecues here for years. They did ban starter fluid and some kinds of charcoal, and BBQ restaurants are required to have soot and monoxide filters on their chimneys in most cases. (Not if they don't have indoor seating. Weird.)

- Erin

It should be the the AQMD but that's not what a lot of industrial types call them. I wonder what AQMF stands for?

- E

= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.

= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.

From Barbeque back to china LOL

Ceri with all this talk of tea and china you've peaked my curiousity about what an old partial set of Currier and Ives china I have is worth.It is called autumn harvest and was made in England.There was some on ebay but none that matched mine.I was kinda surprised that it didn't have a bigger following.My sister was able to get my late aunts Fiesta ware set.Back .Amy

It's still pretty much a mystery to me

I've been looking at one type of pattern, and then only for a week.

http://i20.ebayimg.com/02/i/000/a4/0e/42c6_1.JPG is the sort of Imari I can afford, and while it's quite nice it's not http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/1/5/5/2/8/4/webimg/87891567_t... , which I can't.

The strange thing for me is that the latter sells for about a quarter of the price of modern Crown Derby, which is to my eyes garish.

jihad it is then

Much as I dislike the smell of burnt food, the stench is only a precursor to the true horror. Barbecues around here seem to be very competitive, with the emphasis on buying as much food and drink as you can fit in the people-carrier. Stella Artois beer (known colloquially as 'wife beater') is de rigeuer, along with gallon bottles of generic chardonnay, so by eight in the evening things start getting leary, football chants always seem to figure, and there's always a chance they'll drag the kids' karaoke machine out onto the patio, before remembering they've still got some fireworks left from little Chardonnay's birthday barbecue. Oh Joy!

To be fair it's only the one house in the cul-de-sac that's a problem, and although it's almost always on the market, the new owners will inevitably be a family who like to 'give it large' in the garden entertainment stakes.

This post brought to you by suburban arriviste snobbery :)