It made my day to find this and 14 other little pieces in the Plaza Matriz market on saturday last. The market runs every saturday, and some stalls are there on weekdays particularly when there is a cruise ship in port, which is every few days in the summer months.
Here are found mostly second hand and bric-a-brac stalls, some featuring things like old table and bed linen (I never tire of rummaging here for treasures great and small) others feature glasswares, table ware , a little antique silver, more plated though, and some lovely pieces of very little value. You can buy anything, including an old wind up gramophone with a box of 78-play tango records, an old fashioned manual food mincer, ancient keys and tools, old spectacle frames, old fashioned things like cigarette holders and cases, kid leather gloves, ladies cocktail hats, old sheet music , theatre programmes, lanterns, postcards, prints, costume jewellry, antique cutlery – although there are some traps for the unwary here. I have often noticed there seems to be a lot of a very popular embossed design around – the penny dropped the other day, finally , duh, as I realised someone has a nice little line of putting new antique-style handles onto older cutlery parts – of course !!! to replace aged and dingy damaged bone handles! The jewellery is fun, although, too there are some modern antiques here and there. But if I were into beading in a big way I would be scooping up stuff here – the word is out that necklaces are big accessories this year, there is lots of old stuff re-threaded, and lots of pearl beads, so those selling actual pearls are now putting signs up that their pearls are genuine cultured… actually one one stall I was tempted but had little money left…..and realistically I’m not a pearl operson although I love looking at them on someone else. You could buy a politically incorrect fox fur collar, or even a couple of actual minks I saw the other day – such things were very popular draped over the shoulder of a suit jacket in my grandmother’s day, and were seen through into the ’50’s in Australia. They are sometimes worn here, but maybe more so this winter; since at a fashion parade I attended here last week, fox furs dyed all kinds of lovely colours draped around models’ shoulders in many outfilts. Since most foxes in the world are wild, I do not endorse hunting and using those wild animals’ fur, unless,of course, one just happens to be an indigenous human occupant of fox terrritory.
Around the outside edge of the plaza are some restaurant tables, and areas where dancing displays , folklorico and tango, are given, soldiers march and musicians play at differnt times most saturdays . Also on this outer perimeter and stretching along the peatonal Sarandi towards the city gate are lots of artesan stalls, selling all kinds of craft items. One stall took my eye; a woman was selling lovely felt hats in beautiful colours for winter, very stylish, and very well priced – I’m going back next week. Bring on that winter wind.
While stitching the above quilt, I listened to several recorded books. One was Dan Brown’s “The Da Vinci Code” I’d both read and listened to it in the past couple of years, but this is perhaps in training, preparation, for the release of the movie later this month. I feel as if one needs to be really alert so as to not miss any little thing, just like in the book. It will be a great disappointment if the movie is in fact ‘too easy’, IMHO. I also listened again to “Blue Horizon” by Wilbur Smith, a terrific family historic saga/adventure story. And the book I am reading just now is Anne Tyler’s “An Amateur Marriage” which has held my attention well. It’s an interesting title when you think of it though: most people at least when they begin married life are amateurs at “marriage”. Some get better at the whole thing, but others never seem to get beyond amateur status, even with repeated tries with different partners. This book has caused me to think about some of the great and ghastly marriages I know, and pondering the question of when one moves up from amateur to professional ? Another book I enjoyed a couple of weeks ago was “Last Days of Dog Town” by Anita Diament, what a terrific story teller, exploring human individual and community relationships against a historic background of early colonial North America, totally different from but equally gripping as her earlier work “The Red Tent”, set in the middle east in early biblical times . 
I met a quiltmaker, Graciela, last weekend, and in true quilter tradition we began sharing information. I have met a few makers in parts of the country – so has she, and some of them we both have met. She confirmed my impression that there are very few of us and there is no kind of organisation, but it would be good for all of us to get together every now and then. I agree and look forward to that.
