On the hunt for a Smurf … well a Smurfette …..

Georgia was a smurf in her school concert about two years ago.  Since then she has been loving the “Smurfies.”

It is not exactly a popular toy, so there was little we could do to feed this obsession.

Then the 3D movie came out.

Kennith took Connor and Georgia.  Georgia took her soft-toy you she calls Clumsy.

Georgia loved the movie.

We have the movie/DVD/Blu Ray/BMX?ASAP or  what ever at home and Georgia watches it on loop.

Whilst the movie is on, I can see her mouthing the words.  The same girl who forgets nearly everything seems to have committed the entire Smurf Movie script to memory.

That’ll be useful.  No doubt.

I really would like to say it is a great movie.  I really would.  Some of the quips are clearly aimed at the rather frustrated parent sitting though this movie.

I am a bit of a fan of Neil Patrick Harris – he of the “How I Met your Mother” fame – “It will be legend-wait for it… and I hope you’re not lactose intolerant because the second half of that word is dairy!”

I love Barney.  So I think he was the only reason I could get through The Smurfs.  Granted he was not Barney in Smurfs.  But he will always be “Barney” to me.

Back to Smurfs.

She loves them.

It reminded Kennith and I that we used to be quite in to the Smurfs when we were kids.  We are talking before 1980 here.  There was a petrol station – I think it might be BP – who had the Smurfs and if you bought 25 cents worth of petrol or something, you got a smurf figurine.  Back then when.  Kennith said he had all of them, and then sold them when he was about 11 or 12 for a stick of gum, or some other not-really-worth-it-for-all-those-cool-collector-characters.

I have been hunting for Smurfette in London.  Smurfette appears to be sold out.  I have been looking for a Smurfette soft/plush toy, and there is just nothing to be found.

Who knew a 50 year old character could be this popular?

I did buy her some small figurines and a smurf house – remember it was a toadstool!

Operation Find Smurfette is in full swing …… it might get side tracked by Operation I-saw-a-really-nice-hair-flattener-Nicky-Clarke-thing-at-Boots-that-I-really-love-and-it-was-50%-off ….

Shopping on line … with the option of n.ud.it.y

I love gumtree.

I sometimes troll around there even when I have no interest at all in purchasing anything.

My best find has been an adult guy selling his double SPIDERMAN duvet set.  Creepy much?

I will confess it was topped by someone selling a magic wand on etsy.com last week which really was brilliant!  I would have got one if it wasn’t for the import tax.

I find a perverse “joy” when I move through the wedding dresses for sale on gumtree.

Some times the dresses are so hideous I gasp.  Sometimes the photos are so bad they make me snort. <This one is yellow and on the market at the moment …. what were you thinking?>

Every now and then the dress is “never been worn” and then I stare at the picture and try to think of what could have happened as to why the dress was never worn.

What’s that story?

I do think the ads would be more interesting if people included the real reason for selling something.

On Friday I took a quick stroll on www.gumtree.co.za and saw a really great double bunk for Georgia.  It was one of those unit numbers (rather than the pine type we usually buy), and it had a set of drawers under the bed.

I liked it.  I started corresponding with the person selling and we agreed on a price.  Of course this is after I offered half the asking price, which was promptly rejected.

I sent a picture to Kennith and he showed his enthusiasm for the purchase with this reply “It does look nice.”

I took that as sufficient motivation to strike up a deal and commit us to going to look/purchase the bed.  The bed was in Hout Bay, which for us is a drive with snacks.

<I have sold and bought quite a bit through gumtree, and so far have really only had good experiences.  But it is definitely a shop-with-care-and-common-sense-and-be-on-your-guard site.>

Saturday we go over with the kids and look at the bed.

We arrive, he meets us at his house.  The kids and his wife are at the beach (or buried in the garden, depending on how suspect you view gumtree) and we look at the bed.

Cool bed, needs a bit of a clean-me-up, but a nice bed.  Perfect for Georgia.  Nice and solid and I liked the drawer system and it had built-in book shelves too.

Win.

But on a separate matter.  The house however looks like a bomb has hit it.

I was standing looking at the bed  and standing on lego and build-a-something pieces.  There were clothes strewn over the house.  If I was a policeperson I might have suspected we were there to investigate a robbery scene.

There were clothes strewn all over the show and underwear and basically it was a tip.

I thought to myself that these are one of two types of people.

  1. The wife did not realise that people were going to arrive at their house and thus had gone to the beach with the daughters, not being told by the husband that strangers were going to stop by, so had made no effort to tidy up.  She was probably horrified when he told her there were 5 strangers standing at the front door, who wanted to look at the bed.  If I was the wife, I would have opted to just remain at the beach, out of sight, and out of judgement’s way.
  2. This family really has no qualms at all about leaving their house looking like a total tip.  Like none.  And bless them.

<I may well appear sexist in my remark that the housekeeping and the shame must be born by the wife.  I may be projecting my household situation on to this family.  Kennith does not mind that there is toilet paper on the floor and underpants on the lampshade, while I privately die if there is not a clean towel out.>

We returned on Sunday with the little van to collect the bed unit.

We started taking the bed apart.

I stood at the doorway, like a girl, as I decided that two boys were more than sufficient to deal with a bunk bed situation.

At one point Kennith is facing Jannie and they are talking about how to break the bed up.

One of Jannie’s daughters (he had three small daughters!) opens the adjoining bathroom door.

Jannie’s wife is showering at the time – the shower door is a slightly opaque (but mainly translucent) material.  Kennith gets a full eyeful of the wife.  In the shower.

He tries to save the situation by trying to avert his eyes.

Jannie’s wife screams at the daughter to close the door.  The daughter ignores the mother.  The door remains open.  Wife continues to scream.  Clearly when someone is screaming it makes more people look.  As it did in this case. Eventually someone closes the bathroom door.

Jannie, without missing a beat, goes “That will be an extra R50.00 for the show!”

Hy-steri-cal!

We have a cool double-bunk bed for Georgia.  We (meaning my lovely guy Roderick) will sand it down tomorrow and repaint it a matte white and then it can go into Georgia’s room.

On the way back from Hout Bay we stopped at the “curio sellers” and bought a really terrific white paper+wire mache “animal head trophy” and mounted it at home on the wall.

I have been wanting one of those for ages, but they are ridiculously expensive at deco stores.  Zimbabwean guy at the side of the road sold us that and a divine wire/bead wild-pig for around R800.00 (granted Kennith did haggle him down from a ridiculous price.)

Good day informal shopping by all accounts.

The head purchase was a bit like this, but not quite this one.