- The Sands
- Really? A Back Scratcher? Egg
- Dancing Hamster Egg
- Tarnished Jewelry Egg
- Porcelain Egg
- Beloved Collectible Droid Egg
- Swarovski Crystal Egg
- The Unsorted Books Egg
- Painted Teacup Egg
- Old Ragdoll Egg
- Missing Masterpiece Egg
- Lost Little Marble Egg
- Gaudy Destination Shot Glass Egg
- Ssssso Stinky Egg
- Impossibly Ruffled Dress Egg
- I <3 NY T-Shirt Egg
- The Tie-dye Guy Egg
- Old Christmas Lights Egg
- Pile ‘o Junk Egg
- Patchwork Quilt Egg
- Leaky Old Wooden Bucket Egg
We’re very happy to present you Eviyath and Goreanth’s 2009 clutch! While most of the Weyr is hoping it’ll be Goreanth’s last, it is Eviyath’s second, and her first really rocked, so this one should too! Come on in, have a cup of klah, and enjoy a gaze at the beautiful eggs written by a myriad of talented writers, and the awesome graphics made for the eggs by S’tao. The egg pictures are to help you visualize, but the descriptions are absolutely the masterpiece behind the art. The theme is: Flea Market Finds
Please click on the tabs to see each egg and description.
Really? A Back Scratcher? Egg
Elongated oval, almost so much that the egg practically tips on the side. Broomwood tans, with swirls of dark klah and light buff, color the shell with the grain moving across the length of the surface. Near the bottom are disruptions of the linear coloring, sharp 'claws' of taupe curve around the round edges, looking able to scratch anything nearby. The matte surface of the long, narrow egg has a rather rough quality to it. Upon feeling the shell there is a coarse quality, as if rubbing against it may relieve an itch.
Credit: Urei
Inspiration:
What do you get your friend who has no personal hobbies, no favorite colors, no favorite animals, no real worthwhile interests of any sort? A back scratcher of course. Not exactly the most creative or interesting item, but it definitely does the trick when one has an itch they cannot reach. Typically the reception of this gift is responded with a pause, a lifted eyebrow and possibly the question: "Really? A back scratcher?"
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Dancing Hamster Egg
In amongst the jewels and the wood, the old dolls and the wooden treasures stands the one egg whose boomchica-bowwow beat will surely be the life of the party! White and tan in a fuzzy sort of way, the patterning on this shell plays with the mind's eye, leading one to the illusion of fuzziness and fur. But that isn't all! No no no! Bring in those harpers, strike up a lively tune and this wee hamster of an egg will surely get it's middle rockin' and rollin' to the beat of one crazy tune.
Credit: Wyn
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/Who/ doesn't love the dancing hamster!???!!!? Careful now, say the wrong thing and I'll have to include that popular song back from the 90's of the same namesake. ;) They're a dime-a-dozen in most markets I've come across, in all sorts of professional careers too, so it goes without saying that somewhere, someplace there is likely a 'dragonrider' hamster (or is that candidate) just shaking his booty to whatever song is blasting out his….
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Tarnished Jewelry Egg
An unruly tangle of knotted silver chains and worn leather thongs bind this egg as securely as any shackles, though the uncharted maze of interconnected links and unhooked clasps leave hope that it may yet wriggle free. Dulled by time, even Rukbat’s light draws no glow from old metal and forgotten jewelry, but something gleams from within the mass of tarnished frippery, a here and then gone again glimpse of what treasure may well lie below the curve of an imprisoning shell.
Credit: Imogen
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Porcelain Egg
At first glance, a gauzy powder blue veil wraps around this egg's circumference, a stream of rippling color between two white poles. It's only upon closer inspection that the true artistic beauty of this egg's porcelain surface can be appreciated. Intricate details in the finest of cerulean lines draw attention in so that it is easy for the eye to get fixated on the smallest of delicate and repetitive lines. But amongst its clutched siblings, this egg is so easily overlooked, so quickly ignored for its seemingly boring portrait. It might seem like one of a hundred, but to the sensitive eye it becomes one in a hundred.
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I had no idea what a Flea Market was or what you could find there, and so I looked it up. It turns out porcelain dolls and painted porcelain dishes are a recurring theme at Flea Markets across the world (I haven't the faintest idea why but that's a whole other topic altogether). As much as I hate dish collections of any kind, I can't deny that the ornate detailing on some of these dishes is baffling and really interesting if you take the time to actually look at it… which I probably never will after this.
Credit: E'siac
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Beloved Collectible Droid Egg
A metallic cap of silver upon the wider convex supplies functional rectangular blue panels, while three smaller circles bespeak a more organic practical nature. The same blue generates a ringed segue to pristine white, and returns again and again as a characteristic theme throughout. Deceptive lines create the appearance of movable apparatus, giving the impression of weaponry, tools, and compartments that make a harmless looking entity into a force to be reckoned with.
Credit: Nataquin
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I wrote this in honor of all the Star Wars collectables that have been lost through the years, a lot of which probably were/are bought and sold at flea markets. My roommate had an amazing collection that got destroyed in a flood last winter, and R2D2 was my favorite of the bunch. It made noises and parts moved! And well, it’s egg shaped!
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Swarovski Crystal Egg
Jewels of turquoise, sky and rose lay in wait for the discerning gaze. Encased in a decadent layer of pale golden links, this egg's true beauty won't be noticed until the light of day touches upon its multi-faceted design. Rainbows will be created only when the light hits it just -so-, but oh what a display it will be when compared to its unique little siblings out upon those hot sands.
Credit: Madri
Inspiration:
For all of us who like sparklies! I'm as guilty as the next magpie that wanders through a flea market and generally the first thing that will have me stopping to peer at a stall will be the glint of some sort of crystal, jewelry, or a mixture thereof. Some, particularly Swarovski, are quite valuable if you know what to look for, and they are quire often buried in a pile of 'costume jewels'… treasures hidden within a pile of treasures. Enjoy!
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The Unsorted Books Egg
Through a haze of dust and grit of unspoken years lingering upon the arched surface, a gathering of paper bound wonders lies in wait for any curious hand to reveal the treasure underneath. Illusory jutting corners stick out in many directions, though the lines of bindings and spines tend to line up atop of each other, for the riches found here are books of varying age. Some are classic with well worn brown leather covers, a few bear the reds and clashing blues of the trashy romance, while others are simply primers with their covers gone from white to yellow as they became more antiquated. Yet buried amongst them, a seeker may yet find their hearts desire in some forgotten tome of lore.
Credit: Izara
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For eight years, I worked as cheap unpaid labor in a flea market. (Meaning my father had a stand! XD) Despite the tiring hours and hard work, my happiest memory of those days was finding a bookseller who had piles and piles of random books all for a mere quarter. For such a pittance, I found wonder and escape in reading. Each week I'd return to see if there was yet some other hidden treasure amongst the stacks just waiting for me to find. And so it was there that I found a book I'd never seen before who's bright green cover drew my eye, but what sealed the deal was the picture of a girl riding the back of a golden dragon. Within those pages I found a whole new world that captured my imagination. Now 25 years later, that battered little book still sits on my bookshelf at home. Dragonflight.
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Painted Teacup Egg
Larger than its fellows, this egg nonetheless seems as delicate as any glass-blown bauble, its shell gleaming smooth and white against the rougher hatching ground sands. Robin’s egg blue blossoms across that pearly shell, tracing exquisite patterns whose graceful arches and tiny details are deceptively simple, while uncurling leaves and reaching vines deepen to cobalt in the shadows of each unfolding bloom.
Credit: Imogen
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Old Ragdoll Egg
Worn and faded and patched-up beyond belief, this saggy little egg has been dragged to-and-fro and back again with all the love there is to give. Wispy tendrils, the colour of paled umber, spring out in a chaotic array of whimsical follicles, enacting a classic display of a raggedy-doll's 'do while faded and sun-spotty tan fabric hugs the rounded shell's simple contours. Despite the rough seam lines that threaten to fail or, in certain cases already have, this egg still promises to be that ever comforting presence, through good times and bad, from now until the very end.
Inspiration:
Being someone who has a thing for flea markets, especially ones where antiques are running rampant, it never fails that I come across a rag doll or two during my adventures. Although I never personally had one growing up, I /did/ have a rag blanket. Yes, that's right… it was at one time a normal blanket but through a whole lotof use, carting about, and loving it began to fail in its original purpose (that being of a blanket) and became a knot (literally!) of it's former self. The name was 'Raggy' - I was so creative at 3! And yes, I do still have /her/. ;) But I digress… Rag /dolls/. Been around for as long as humans have, providing that sense of comfort, belonging and play that all children need and so richly deserve when growing up.
Credit: Madri
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Missing Masterpiece Egg
Light touches down with purposeful kisses to illuminate that which represents the truth: polished ebony armor, expressive hands, faces that both speak loud and whisper softly thoughts that dwell within veiled hearts and minds. Faint impressions of crimson, indigo, saffron, burgundy, and olive are garnished with gold, only to be oppressed by shadows and the ever demanding presence of ominous black. An overall sense of despair, outrage, and remorse wraps chaos about the ovoid.
Credit: N'tan
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One school of thought was that "The Taking of Christ" by Caravaggio was a treasure lost to time and poor record keeping. Other schools of thought were much more ominous - the truth can be found here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Taking_of_Christ_%28Caravaggio%29#Loss_and_rediscovery.
This egg was written by a very uninformed dork. Take this back in time prior to 1990, that or take ride with me in the lalaland that I call my brain and /pretend/ it's still lost! (That's what I get for not reading articles completely. Thanks to Eleni for catching my mistake.) In my mind, it's still lost, and I like to think that someday someone will be browsing a flea market somewhere and stumble across a great find (me please!). Maybe they'll even lose it again! It could happen!
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Lost Little Marble Egg
The burst of colour is like a breath of life being blown right into a small glass orb. Citrine and sapphire play at a tango with emerald lingering in the background just waiting for his turn at destiny. On the outer edges, bubbles of sky and cloud shimmer with crystal clarity, drawing in the gaze to a spectacular centre of pyrotechnical display. Like a starburst within a honeydrop, this little marble is the epitome of childhood imagination and wonderment; the perfect production of a craftsman’s loving labour.
Credit: Wyn
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It goes without saying that at any flea market you go to, some version of a marble will be there. Available for perusal and eventual purchase. These small hand-made spheres of delight enchant the young, and young-at-heart and inspire memories and tales from times past. Sure, you see the common ones more often than not, but once upon a blue moon, you'll come across one that just strikes you as amazing.
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Gaudy Destination Shot Glass Egg
The surface of the ovoid is practically shining, a light cream colored tone that almost makes the egg look transparent on the hot sands. The shape of the egg is oddly lopsided with the bottom more narrow than the wide-rimmed top, although speckled with the pale sand like salt around the edge. Various five-pointed shapes of assorted rich-looking colors - gold, crimson, navy, jade - scatter the surface of the sides, sparkling as if lighted on their own. Prickly-plant green grows up out of the desert sands, strips that spread into three limbs and tilt away. An imperfection it seems, a trace of a left-behind golden puddle that is reminiscent of a biting liquor settles at the flat bottom.
Credit: Urei
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A shot glass. More specifically a shot glass from Las Vegas, but really the inspiration comes from all sorts of destination shot glasses whether it be Las Vegas, London, New York, or even a small podunk town in the midwest, there is /always/ a shot glass to signify you've been there (or at least bought a shotglass that looks like you've been there). It is the fall back gift that when you are wandering through a flea market for some distant friend or boss and can't find anything that fits them, just buy a shot glass (and hope they drink alcohol).
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Ssssso Stinky Egg
Someone snuck in a squalid sneaker with a suffocating stench. The sienna strings are systematically strung to synchronize symbiosis between skuzzy silver, smutty snow white, and sooty sloe. Serious scum symbolizes a tramp's scandalous scamperings as scabs of slime are slovenly shed to sully its serene surroundings. This shockingly smelly sphere shamefully spoils the sands for its siblings; a sure sign of its sire.
Credit: Nataquin
Inspiration: Ssssay it out loud. I've always been blown away by people at flea markets who try and ssssell dirty used ssssneakers. I always sssee them, and while they might not be as grossssss as this one, my sssskin ssssstill crawlssss. I thought I'd sssshare the ssensation. Care of Ssssnakeman.
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Impossibly Ruffled Dress Egg
Yellow as bright as a canary spills forth in a frothy confection that just begs for laughter and motion though this stationary egg can manage neither, hemmed in as it is by bands of satiny ribbon at base and apex in precisely the same shade. Thus held together, tier after tier of gauze and ruffles are free to give the illusion of dancing in the sunshine – until the ribbon frays and holds no more, and the illusion finds reality at last.
Credit: Imogen
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I <3 NY T-Shirt Egg
Bleach white, crisp curves and not a single line of imperfection on the pure surface. The disruption of the surface is a bright scarlet splotch, although seemingly planned with a pointed bottom and two humps rounding the top. Cromcoal black scribbles above and below the red shape, messy lines that if one squints at the bottom long enough can almost form actual writing, although still indecipherable. Round, simply spherical ovoid sits at about a youth medium size relatively.
Credit: Urei
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Local city pride turned US patriotism turned sweet fashion item, although there are a plethora of variations of the 'I (heart) _' shirts for sale worldwide, there is nothing like the original 'I <3 NYC'. Clean, crisp and simple design.
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The Tie-dye Guy Egg
Swirling, twirling, whirling, curling kaleidoscope rainbows trip the light fantastic about this egg from bow to aft, and back. Yellow frays into red, giving life to orange, while blue infringes, bleeding a starburst of purple. Green flourishes where pink wanes, yet somehow amongst all this conquest of color, white remains unbiased and pure.
Credit: N'tan
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I've never been to a flea market without seeing that 'Tie-Dye Guy'. You know the one who has tie-dye on every single manifestation of clothes you can imagine, with every combination of color possible, and he's always always grinning. How could you be unhappy when your job entails filling the world with bright fantastic color?!
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Old Christmas Lights Egg
Plug in this egg and you'll be in for quite the display of colour and warmth that harkens back to a more festive time of celebration and family. Set upon a dark background, speckles of light flicker and burst into the forefront in a cacophony of display that enchants like none other. The only thing that is missing is the constant thrumming of harmonized voices to sooth away the bitterest bite of High Reaches' breath, though that faintly spiced scent that hovers all around promises of mulled wine and a story by the burning hearth.
Credit: Wyn
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Growing up, I remember the years when Christmas rolled around and my dad pulled out the boxes that held the lights for the house and yard around. Big, huge strings of those glass lights, hopelessly tangles and with a fine layer of dust on them. They weren't a pretty sight at that point, but seeing them inspired the scents of my mother's baking, spiced hot chocolate and a whole myriad of other treats to come leading up to that 'big day'. Still, it was unlike anything else to finally see those dull lights burst into glow, the final rewards for a weekends' worth of hairpulling, braving the cold, back breaking work. Magic in fine form.
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Pile ‘o Junk Egg
A sheet of white spreads with grayed ripples across the irregular elliptical plains, giving foundation to what layers atop. Mounds of rubbish dapple the shell in a nearly endless array of colors, textures, and shapes, masking the surface with an illusion of depth. From a distance the chaos looks as if it is nothing more than an unrecognizable mish mash of debris, but if one were to take the time to get up close and personal, the truth of the treasure buried within the mass of mayhem shall be revealed.
Credit: N'tan
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It never fails, there’s always someone who has cleaned out their drunk drawer, swept up piles of miscellaneous items from under their bed and in their garage, and emptied out their glove box onto a sheet at the flea market in hopes their junk will be someone else’s treasure. Oh, and lets not forget dumping out the debris at the bottom of their kid’s toy box. You never know, you might find a golden keychain!
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Patchwork Quilt Egg
It looks at first like a riot of mismatched colors and patterns, as if a random assortment of egg shards had been gathered from past hatchings and pasted onto a new shell. But even the bright colors cannot hide the regular spacing of evenly sized squares, the careful way they all fit together, and the beauty of things old being made anew.
Credit: Imogen
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Leaky Old Wooden Bucket Egg
Well worn, well used this egg's circumference is a weathered and aged bucket of a shell, bound securely with what might have been old iron rings at some point in its short-lived life. Those rings, now rusted beyond recognition, still do their duty, but barely so, at either end of this oval's frame, hugging in the cracks and fissures that threaten leak this egg's inhabitant out in a moment's notice.
Credit: Madri
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In their own way, buckets are a cradle of life. One of those tools that man, throughout history has always had a need for. Be it carry tools, food, or life sustaining water, they've been an priceless and often under appreciated item within our household items. And, as I have a weakness for all things old, it is with a growing rarity that we see these wooden buckets of ol'. What stories they could tell if they could only speak! What they've seen, carried and survived to get to where they are, at some rag-tag market, just waiting for /you/ to come and take it home. ;)
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