Everything old is new again – a trip to the Antiques Bazaar

Today I ventured out to a hashtag I’ve seen recently on Instagram, #waverleyantiquesbazaar, which luckily for me exists in the real world too.

My friend Krissy and I wandered around for a couple of hours, and  didn’t see everything, or even half of everything on the floor.

Seriously, that place is HUGE!

Stall after stall after stall, row upon row, of furniture, bric-a-brac, clothes, glassware, junk, trinkets, tools, duck decoys, kitchen paraphernalia, ladders, jewellery, books, lamps and more – ranging from the ridiculously overpriced, to bargain finds.

Hmmm, can they really be antiques if there’s new stock arriving daily? Quite the conundrum! (I think it would be more properly named a Vintage Market, though the TYPO portfolio I saw didn’t seem very vintage-y.)

antiques warehouse sign




These four items epitomise the variety in this emporium of domestic detritus – amazing and raunchy lamps, old jars by the thousands, a KILLER chandelier and a killed animal. The chandelier was really, truly amazing – my photo doesn’t do it justice.
If I was planning any kind of renovation that required lighting, this baby would be top of my wish list. She was beautiful.

yellow typewriter


I think this was my favourite find of the day, because TYPEWRITER. And for bonus points, YELLOW. Swoon….

What occurred to me as we wandered around, oohing and aahing, sometimes in delight, sometimes in bewilderment, was that most of these items probably had past lives as functional, even mundane objects in people’s homes. All those jars and bottles, rotary telephones and telephone tables, the armchairs and dining chairs, lamps and pliers have belonged to someone, or a series of someones. They’ve been held, sat on, talked into, slept in, cursed and oohed and aahed over as brand new, possibly quite extravagant purchases. They’ve witnessed family celebrations and traumas, and eventually were discarded, as their usefulness expires, or  fashions change.

And around and around we go, things go out of fashion, then rush back in about a generation and a half later, and we’re out in droves on weekends to trawl markets, trendy strips of vintage furniture stores in the inner suburbs, or day-trip it out to rural ‘antiques’ hot spots, all looking for pieces of our collective past to decorate our oh-so-individual present and futures.

We’re creatures of habit, and seekers of treasure.


Some of my most treasured possessions are the ones with family history. I’ll pop a few pics up on Instagram, and tag them #familytreasurepics. Do you have anything in your home that belonged to your grandparents or parents?








4 thoughts on “Everything old is new again – a trip to the Antiques Bazaar

  1. Hmm…don’t think I’ll be heading there, a little bit dangerous I think! I have a glass bowl with lid that was my Grandmothers (I think it’s just an old Coles one). It used to sit in her bathroom with cotton balls in it. It now sits in my bathroom holding my earrings. I think of her every time I see it.


    • Not too dangerous surely….. evil laugh! It’s a great place for a wander but it depends on your self control.
      I love having things that remind us of people we love.


  2. Thanks so much for sharing this, Annette. I’ll have to check it out. Although I agree with my fellow Julie that it could be dangerous!

    My mum collects bells, so when she visits I’m always looking for places to take her where an exciting find is a possibility.


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