This morning we went to this old home in Bulimba and purchased some furniture, bric a brac and other interesting collectables, some of which is pictured in its state of transit below. I will show you more soon. ( As a side note I always feel sorry for old furniture when it is moved. It has been sitting in a house for years and years and then suddenly it is picked up, moved and put in a new location. Yes I know it is furniture and has no feelings but still, if it did have, it must be a shock.)
The estate was literally doors away from this house, pictured below.
It is a large old Queenslander on a corner block.
Kristen and I helped the previous owners some time ago and we fondly remember the house as "The House of Shells", as we purchased hundreds and hundreds, and that is no exaggeration, of shells from it. We had trunks full of them.
This is what it used to look like. If you compare the photos you can see that the verandah has been opened up. The enclosed verandah was where the majority of shells were in the house, some of which you can see below.
Coincidentally I had only taken a picture last week of the last of the shells from this house when I took them over to the WAC. It is funny how things go.
And keeping on the Shell theme, below is a picture of a recent clam shell find. It is a nice fruit bowl sized one as you can see from the orange I have pictured with it.
But to use
Indiana Jones' Crocodile Dundee words..." that's not a Clam Shell
THIS IS A CLAM SHELL" You can see the difference in size...yes it is the same orange.
It took some effort to move but what a beauty!!