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What’s on my Bookshelf?

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Laura at Make Do and Mend introduced a great new feature this week called What’s on your Bookshelf? Bloggers from all over the place will be sharing pictures of their bookcases and talking about some of the things they display on them.

Today it was my turn (I dusted specially, you know…); head on over and check it out.

The Big Tidy Up: The Living Room

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And finally: the living room!That carpet is still not clean *sigh* however some things I love about our living room include: the big knitted blanket over the sofa which my mum made; that wooden box (it’s an old vacuum cleaner case) the lamp is sitting on which used to be my mum’s scrap fabric box and is now my one; the dresser which a friend and I spent weeks sanding and varnishing; and the multi-coloured chair which my sister and I painted after I scavenged it off the street.Steve’s computer corner is missing from these pictures because, well, mountains of Metal Hammer magazines are not that photogenic…

Some details:Prints by Zara Illustrates – I bought them because the camera-headed girl and the sci-fi brained ginger boy made me think of Steve and me. The cats were presents from workmates years and years and years ago when I was in hospital; the tankard has been in the family forever; the sneaking alien is Steve’s and makes him laugh.I love this mirror which I found in Matalan and decided to live on beans and toast for a week to buy; the butterflies are by Lily Greenwood; the birds are from Erin Jane Shop.Kirsty brought me the green elephant back from Sri Lanka; the suitcase I found in a charity shop and intended to turn into a table – I’ve since decided I like the wide open carpet area (and not having to shift a table every time I play on the Wii) so it’s just tucked away and full of fabric. I still think it looks pretty sat in this corner, though.

The robot clock I found in a charity shop; the rocket decal is by Holly.My grandparents brought me this mug back from Canada when I was little; the cat letter opener was a present from my mum; the rabbit planter I found in a charity shop for £3 and houses all of my buttons; the telescope (just seen) was my Grandad’s.

So there you go: that’s our home. Now who wants to show me theirs?

The Big Tidy Up: The Bedroom

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I love our bedroom. I love the mismatched wooden furniture. I love the bed jammed under the window. I love that it’s south facing and yellow so even on the most miserable mornings we wake up to a sunny, bright room (though these pictures were taken on a rainy, grey evening…).

Alas, it’s had a rough time, this bedroom. It started life painted peach. Peach?! Ugh. It had a beige 80s light fitting which didn’t even work (and whose light switch was hanging off the wall). Worst of all, it was the room which suddenly turned mouldy one stormy autumn week. Poor thing – it needed to be massively replastered and painted yellow for a second time. But it did teach me the fine art of wallpapering.

I’m on the hunt for nice underbed storage boxes!

This is the corner which had to be repaired. As the chimney has only just been repointed, I’ve only just got around to prettifying it:The globe nightlight is from Steve’s childhood; the love birds bag a present from Kirsten; the furniture was all found in charity shops. The S & S photo is my own; the You + Me print is by Niftysmith – it has the loveliest paint slodgy texture; the monster with his head in the clouds is by a local artist called Gabrielle Reith – I bought this from her at a craft fair and she was just as lovely as her artwork.Steve’s childhood Rancor watching over us as we sleep.I can’t pretend these chests of drawers don’t always have hair dryer and mobile phone charger wires all over them. The poppies painting was a present from my mum; the wooden box was a gift from my dad when I was very little (and very excited to have something lockable to hide secret things in). I love the First Aid box which has been passing back and forth between my sister and me since we were tiny; I also love the hand mirror which I found in a charity shop last year for 50p. Some of the other boxes are temporary measures until I find some prettier way of storing make up and jewellery.

The Big Tidy Up: The Kitchen

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The kitchen: our dated 80s spaceship.

Perhaps the next person to own this flat will replaster the kitchen walls and replace the tired old units; I took the considerably cheaper painting everything metallic blue and replacing the hideous plastic door knobs approach instead. It’s the room I’m least happy with but it’s also the room I use the least so I feel no urgency about figuring out which bits are too cluttered and which too bare. In the mean time, we have just about enough storage, just about enough counter space and a dining table under the window which we do sometimes use.

Here are some details:We finally got around to hanging baskets inside the cupboard doors last week. Other than a couple of boxes of cereal, the top shelf of this cupboard is piled high with different types of tea. The rest of our hot drinks supplies are here:The Droste tin was a present from my friend Rowena years ago; the tray and jar were charity shop bargains.I don’t know where to start talking about all this! The kitchen kind of functions as one big notice board, but the bulk of that is here.

The red bird decals (of which there are three) are from Elephannie; everything on the fridge door has a story.

We gave the current bunting craze a Steve-friendly twist; not homemade, alas, but bought at the Botanic Gardens in Edinburgh. The print is from Sweet Dee.

Big Flat Tidy Up: The Bathroom

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So, in amongst eating lots of pub meals and baking cupcakes, last week Steve and I managed to get a fair bit done around the flat (remember how we were going to gut the place?).  This week, I’m going to take you around each room showing you some of my favourite bits.

Today: the bathroom.

The bathroom was painted white when I first moved in – it was grubby and boring. It also had a few of these blue and yellow tiles dotted above the bath:

I wouldn’t have chosen this design but, rather than go to the hassle and expense of retiling the whole room, I decided to work with them. I painted the walls the same navy blue and I think it really works – much more dramatic. The photos are all my own, the wall shelves I got on sale in Argos when I first moved in. The main thing I wanted to address this year was the amount of stuff being stored in a pile on the floor under the basin, so I took this bookcase (which I found at a car boot sale years ago) from the living room, painted it glossy black and gave it a new home.

I dusted this before taking the picture – this is just light reflecting off the paint! Ick! And the hearty duck (which I bought many, many years ago and which used to flash disco-style) is just perishing. The yellow duck was from one of the centrepieces at Karen and Mark’s wedding last year. I’m not sure we were supposed to take them home… I love this mirror which was a present from my sister years ago.

And there you go: that’s the bathroom.

A Proud Moment

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It’s Monday morning and in twenty-five minutes’ time I have to go back to work. I love my job but I’m not ready to think about being there yet so I thought I’d distract myself by showing you what Steve and I did yesterday:Curtains!

We’ve been procrastinating about hanging curtains since the windows went in in November but my mum’s coming to visit this weekend and is going to want a little privacy while she’s sleeping on the sofa-bed. We couldn’t put it off any longer.

Steve hung the curtain rail which had to be attached to the ceiling – terrifying! It seemed like the fittings must surely slip straight out of the rawl plugs or the plasterboard crack but everything seems reassuringly secure!I chopped a second hand pair of curtains (remember the perfectly coloured ones from the warehouse sale?) and hemmed them, with only one “There is.no.correct.tension for this sewing machine!” crying fit. The stitching’s still a bit loopy – guess I need to give the machine a proper clean – but I’m ever so proud.

Also… please consider this post advance warning: I’m about to indulge in a week of home-related entries. I’ll be starting by showing you around our bathroom this evening with the rest of the flat to follow over the coming days. I’m not going to pretend our home is constantly spotless, effortlessly tidy or endlessly stylish, but – I don’t know about you, but I love having a nosy around other people’s homes, so I hope that at least some of you get a bit of a kick out of it.

Somebody Cares

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Steve and I are on holiday for a week! Hurrah! We’re not going anywhere; it’s just a week of hanging out, catching up on a few things we need to do and relaxing on the sofa (probably working our way through season four of Mad Men which arrived this morning).

Anyway, my week is off to a good start as today Lola, Alistair, Elinor and I took a trip to the Somebody Cares warehouse sale. Somebody Cares is a local charity which provides free basic furniture to people who need it; anything which doesn’t fit the “basic furniture” bill gets sold off once a month to raise funds. What that means for us is warehouse crammed full of fab retro furniture, lamps, kitchen utensils, toys, fabrics, bags and so on, all for crazy low prices – it was wonderful.

I spent £8.60 and got all this:

Two huge pieces of good quality blue fabric and these pretty floral curtains which I bought to turn into clothing but which might actually just fit in our living room (and are exactly the right colours) – fingers crossed!A huge piece of this sheer, staticy, synthetic 60s fabric – I have no idea what I’m going to do with it but I couldn’t resist the poppies!Dressmaking pencils. I had been planning to spend a lot more than 50p on some this week!Hooks and eyes, which I had been needing to buy before this week’s sewing class anyway. I love the swirly vintage packaging – I bought these rather than a full, modern pack just because they were prettier.This embroidered brooch – cute!

I came away wishing I had a bigger/emptier home which I could fill with 50s style sideboards and hideously upholstered armchairs. *dreams*

 

What’s Happening in Our Living Room

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We’re slowly getting there, piecing the living room back together. There are still piles of paper all over the floor and the armchair needs vacuumed again (so much replastering dust!) but…

…there are things in the bookcase…

…there are mountains of books with friends’ names pencilled inside their covers, waiting to be given away…

…and there are mirrors and pictures on the walls, bouncing light all around the room.

Welcome to Our Home

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The carpet has been cleaned (-ish), the walls have been painted and some of the furniture is back in place… but I’ve been feeling rotten all week so the big home blitz is still barely happening.

Not wanting to lose all momentum, I thought I’d share a few pictures of the one bit of the flat I don’t intend to touch this March: the hallway.

The hall was a really drab blue when I moved in – too bright to be calm; too dull to be vivid. I painted it red as part of last March’s clean up and love the result.

A few details:

One of my photos; a bag my mum gave me.

Print by Funnelcloud (a useful reminder on the way out the door); the ninja keychain was a present from one of my stepsisters.

The painting is by Simon Hepple and was a present from him to us at Christmas.

The Miss Sarah Stockings packet (complete with stockings inside) was found on eBay many many years ago; the people talking were a lovely gift from Zara Illustrates – it amused me to hang them next to the (working!) intercom.We have these chalkboard clouds and planes on the bathroom and front doors; they’re handy for shopping lists and notes to say where we’ve gone.

Well, I don’t seem to be big on the scintillating conversation thing today so I’m afraid that’s your lot. There are some bare shelves opposite me which might get a little attention but it’s more likely I’m going to curl up with a cup of mint tea and my Kindle. I hope you’re all having lovely weekends!

Piecing Together a Home

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As anyone who popped by this blog yesterday will know, today is the two year anniversary of me getting the keys to my flat.

This weekend is also the first time in two years when there have been no important, expensive home repairs hanging over my head: the loft has been insulated (above and beyond the two inches of dust); the shower has been installed; the roof has been repaired, front and back; the pipes have been lagged and the hot water tank jacketed; the windows have been replaced; three damaged areas of sloping ceiling have been (or are in the process of being) replastered; the doorbell and door release have been repaired; finally, the chimney is booked in for a major overhaul which – because it’s on the outside and I can’t actually see any problems – in my head means that it’s done.

I’ll admit, there have been moments over the past two years when I’ve wanted to give up and sell the place. The first was within moments of putting the key in the lock for the first time, coming in to find the place full of the previous owner’s abandoned furniture, to realise just how filthy a flat could be, to wonder where on earth that awful smell was coming from (who ever heard of a garbage disposal in the UK?!). I had a few minutes of, “What have I done?!” But none of the stressful, stick-the-flat-on-the-market moments were because I no longer loved my home; they were because expensive, unfamiliar repairs seemed so unmanageable I didn’t know where to start.

I stuck it out and it was worth it (fingers crossed the pipes don’t explode tonight!). I love my little flat.

Anyway, last year, on my first anniversary of owning this place, I decided to have a great big tidy up, clear out, blitz of unfinished paint jobs and DIY projects. It happened to coincide with Apartment Therapy’s Spring Cure which really helped to focus me.

This year, on the second anniversary, I thought I’d (actually, we’d, given that Steve moved in in September) do the same again. More on that to follow; for now, I thought I’d show you some before pictures of the place.

I do wish I’d taken photos of the grimy, ghastly peach pit I first walked into but I was in such a rush to clean up and paint the walls I didn’t bother; these were taken a few weeks after moving in so, with the exception of the living room, the colours are all my own.


Home Is Where…

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Tomorrow, I will have owned my flat for exactly two years and – despite cracks and leaks and dodgy doorbells – I love it.

However, this post is not about my (now our) current flat; I have plenty of posts about that planned for the future. This post is a slightly self-indulgent run down of all of the other places that I’ve called home since leaving… um… home back in 1995.

Let’s start at the very beginning.

When I first ventured out into the world, I moved into catered halls of residence. I don’t have a picture of my room (which was just a room with a bunch of film posters on the wall), but I do have a picture of the door to my room, beautifully adorned by my neighbours to welcome me back after a few days away:

Back in those days, vegetarian catering was basically baked potatoes and cheese night after night so after Christmas I moved into a self-catering flat in the same university-run complex. These show me getting my calcium fix in the kitchen and the noticeboard above the desk in my new room:

Ahhh, nineties grunge in all its plaid shirted glory. I stuck a poster back-to-front over the noticeboard and got my friends to draw on it when they came to visit.

During the summer holidays, my then-boyfriend and I moved into the cheapest flat we could find (there was no such thing as minimum wage in those days and I was working in a newsagency for £1.12 per hour). The flat was an illegal sublet of an illegal sublet of an illegal sublet of a council lease and we felt ever so naughty living in squalor whilst neighbourhood children set fire to things outside.

During second year, we lived in a dark, dingy university flat full of broken furniture. Unhappy times. I have no pictures of either of the places I shared with him because he ripped them all up when we split!

After that, I moved into a cruddy little bedsit which I loved. It was one room in a former house, had a window which wouldn’t close, an electricity meter which ran on discontinued coins and an ever-present smell which I now recognise as damp. I was sure I had pictures of the inside somewhere but apparently not, so here’s me sitting on the doorstep instead:

After that, I moved into Roddy’s flat for about six months. He was (actually, still is) a film and music and comic book geek and the flat was covered in STUFF:

For my final year at university, I got a room in a shared flat with two girls I didn’t know. My bedroom was an old bathroom stuck on the back of the building and then converted; it was smaller than a double bed and freezing – one of my flatmates (who never once spoke to me!) and I had a running battle of turning the heating on and off because her room was toasty warm and mine was an ice bucket. But I did have a cool Wayne’s World poster above my bed and a fab patchwork pillow:

After graduation, I moved to Edinburgh for six months. I was sharing an ace flat with three other girls; my bedroom was roughly the same size as my current flat but I don’t have any pictures of it. For some reason, I only have this picture of the fridge:

When I came back to Aberdeen, I stayed at Roddy’s again until I got my own council bedsit. I adored that bedsit – there was no soundproofing and the people upstairs kept carving crucifixes into my door, but it was pretty big and looked out onto a bowling green and it was mine, all mine:

Hmm, I’m glad I ditched the black hair! I had so much fun looking through old photos to create this post!

Anyway, after a year and a half in this bedsit, the council offered me a one bedroom flat in a really nice area. It didn’t feel right when I viewed it but the woman showing me round said I’d never get such a good offer again… so I accepted. Big mistake. The downstairs neighbour eventually drove me out. He had also (according to one of the other tenants in the block) driven out the previous three people who had lived there. And he was later jailed for murdering a neighbour who complained about his noise. Yikes. I have no photos of that place (but that’s probably for the best as I’d painted it mustard yellow).

After running away from there, I stayed with my boyfriend and his mate for a couple of months, and then the three of us and one of my friends moved into this enormous house in a really nice part of town. We got it cheap as the owners had been halfway through doing it up when they were transferred overseas; the living room and kitchen were lovely but the rest of the place was an absolute state. It was awesome:

After two years there, we were all ready to move on. My boyfriend and I got a large flat near by which, again, was cheap because it was a state. The living room was painted in a patchwork of small orange squares – eek!

I’d forgotten about the horrible fireplace! But yum, battenburg cake! I could really go some right now…

A year later, my boyfriend and I bought our own flat. It was in a seedy part of town and we had trouble with people getting into the communal area and using it for nefarious purposes, but the flat itself was beautiful:

We built those shelves out of window sills and were ever so proud.

Anyway, eventually we came to an amicable separation (we’re still friends) and I went off to first Edinburgh, then France, then to a friend’s sofa while I lounged on the council housing list again. Five years ago, it was possible to get a council flat within a couple of months if you were prepared to take somewhere in a dodgy area and didn’t mind having holes in the walls:

I was there for three years. In many ways, it was great. First of all, it was huge. Secondly, I was allowed to decorate and furnish it however I saw fit (this photo was taken early on; this flat was where I really started thinking about colours and carpets and so forth and it saw a lot of changes; the kitchen walls went sunshine yellow for a start). And thirdly, it was so cheap that within three years I was able to save up the deposit for a mortgage. This was perfect as three years was about the point at which I decided I was tired of water pouring through the bathroom ceiling every time it rained and that I wanted to be in control of my own home repairs.

And so, two years ago tomorrow I got the keys to my current place (and promptly changed the locks):

This one feels like home.

(some of these photos of me are so old I’m not 100% certain who took them but I think if I mention Roddy, Simon, Janet, Jill, Kirsty and my mum I’ll have covered all possibilities!)

Neglected Projects Update

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So, at the start of the festive break I made a list of all the projects and repair jobs which I had been failing to get around to doing in the hope that I would get some (but definitely not all) of them crossed off before returning to work. In the end, I got quite a lot of the little ones done, but didn’t make a dent into the big projects or the crafty things… I have a good excuse, though, and if you skip to the last item on the last list you will find out what it is!

  • Adjust the various dresses in my wardrobe which are waiting to be made wearable.
  • Spackle hairline cracks in the kitchen ceiling.
  • Sort the gap in the bedroom coving.
  • Clean up the replastering splatters from the living room ceiling.
  • Replace the manky bathroom carpet with something hair dye resistant.
  • Frame the assorted prints I’ve got lying around.
  • Hang Steve’s dinosaur garland.
  • Come up with some pretty way of covering up where the cooker hood used to be.
  • Adjust the wonky kitchen cupboard doors.
  • Decide what to do about the cracked lie in in the living room (replaster? somehow repair? cover with bumpy wallpaper?).
  • Paint the new strip of skirting board.
  • File away about six months’ worth of bills and official letters.
  • Create some artwork for the bathroom.
  • Find a solution to Steve’s mountains of Stuff.
  • Clear out my old T-shirts to either the charity shop, the bin or my scrap fabric box.
  • Do a blogroll.
  • Generally spruce up the blog.
  • Make some sort of print with Glow in the Dark paint.
  • Make curtains for the living room; possibly blinds for the kitchen.
  • Do a post involving the first photo I ever took.
  • Repair my two favourite work dresses, both of which have split on the left side.
  • Touch up the paint under the new windowsills.
  • Turn vintage suitcase into a coffee table.
  • Do something with the enormous canvas I’ve had lying around for months on end, thanks to a brief and crazy idea that a huge painting could be the solution to the cracked lie in dilemma (donating to it to Simon).
  • Replace the seal around the bath.
  • Tighten the buttons on my winter jacket, all of which are one big dinner away from bursting off.
  • Replace fusty linings in two vintage display cases.
  • Get the doorbell fixed.

Also, I forgot about these:

  • Change address for Premium Bonds.
  • Switch back to Pay as You Go.
  • Send window invoice and receipts to the heritage folk so they’ll pay me my grant!
  • Generally touch up iffy paint jobs around the flat.

And these ones took me by surprise:

  • Replace kitchen light fitting when the old one makes a loud popping noise, blows a fuse and one of the bulbs appears to melt.
  • Order photo prints for exhibition and create a hell of a lot of illustrations in a hurry!

Neglected Projects

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I am three days into an eleven day break from work. I don’t remember ever having had the full Christmas-New Year season off work before (maybe once when I worked at a university?) and was feeling both thrilled and overwhelmed by so much free time… Thinking perhaps I might put some of it to good use, I made a list of all the projects and repair jobs I’ve been failing to get around to for some or all of the past year:

  • Adjust the various dresses in my wardrobe which are waiting to be made wearable.
  • Spackle hairline cracks in the kitchen ceiling.
  • Sort the gap in the bedroom coving.
  • Clean up the replastering splatters from the living room ceiling.
  • Replace the manky bathroom carpet with something hair dye resistant.
  • Frame the assorted prints I’ve got lying around.
  • Hang Steve’s dinosaur garland.
  • Come up with some pretty way of covering up where the cooker hood used to be.
  • Adjust the wonky kitchen cupboard doors.
  • Decide what to do about the cracked lie in in the living room (replaster? somehow repair? cover with bumpy wallpaper?).
  • Paint the new strip of skirting board.
  • File away about six months’ worth of bills and official letters.
  • Create some artwork for the bathroom.
  • Find a solution to Steve’s mountains of Stuff.
  • Clear out my old T-shirts to either the charity shop, the bin or my scrap fabric box.
  • Do a blogroll.
  • Generally spruce up the blog.
  • Make some sort of print with Glow in the Dark paint.
  • Make curtains for the living room; possibly blinds for the kitchen.
  • Do a post involving the first photo I ever took.
  • Repair my two favourite work dresses, both of which have split on the left side.
  • Touch up the paint under the new windowsills.
  • Turn vintage suitcase into a coffee table.
  • Do something with the enormous canvas I’ve had lying around for months on end, thanks to a brief and crazy idea that a huge painting could be the solution to the cracked lie in dilemma.
  • Replace the seal around the bath.
  • Tighten the buttons on my winter jacket, all of which are one big dinner away from bursting off.

As my eleven days are rapidly filling up with plans and schemes and decent movies, there may not be much crossed off this list by January 5th, but it will be interesting to come back to it in a few months and see how much progress I’ve managed to make!

**edit: I forgot about replacing the fusty linings in our two vintage display cases and about getting the doorbell fixed**

Two Rooms with a View

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Finally, a week and a half after they went in, I feel ready to show you my lovely new windows. And they really are lovely – the flat feels warmer; we have a view of something other than condensation on cold days; and the frames are really pretty. And now that the scaffolding’s gone and I’ve had it confirmed that they meet the very high heritage trust standards, here they are:

Highlights of our living room window nook include:

  • My grandfather’s old telescope.
  • A rabbit planter I found in a charity shop for £3. It’s full of buttons.
  • Surprise Happy Day After Your Birthday lilies from Steve.
  • Crowns from my birthday party last Saturday.
  • An old pewter mug I pinched from my parents.
  • A gorgeous old sewing box in which we store stationery.
  • A mirror shaped like a bird cage, with the bird perched on top.
  • A chair I painted with my sister several years ago.
  • A tiny metal Christmas tree my friend Bruce made me with a Stormtrooper head for a star.

Highlights of our kitchen window nook include:

  • You Will Have Your Cake and Eat It Too print from Sweet Dee.
  • Ludicriously full Christmas hamper from Steve’s work.
  • A mirror I painted myself.
  • A big stripy jug my mum gave me.
  • A red enamel teapot I gave Steve.
  • Lots of recycling waiting to be taken to the bins.
  • Several towels waiting to be washed.
  • And my reflection in the window. Hello!

Life on the Refrigerator Door

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I’ve got it in my head that “they” always say you can read someone’s life by looking at the things stuck to their refrigerator door. Possibly I made that up. Or misquoted. Or stole it from a advert for detergents or triangular cheese or something. Certainly, when I googled it all I got was links to this book, which I can’t decide if I want to read or not – is it going to be irritatingly gimmicky, completely sappy or actually worth £4.32 of my money? Has anybody read it?

Anyway, as I was saying: I’ve got it in my head that refrigerator doors are interesting. So I decided to show you mine.

What I can tell from this is that it’s a while since I last had any personal photos printed.

What can you tell by looking at it?

And would you like to show me yours? I’d love to take a look!

Saturday Thrifting

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A few days ago, Elsie at A Beautiful Mess blogged about her quirks and guilty pleasures. Ever since, I’ve been trying to think of some (illustratable ones) of my own but… you know… what with being perfect and all, it was kind of difficult.

Comedy arrogance is certainly not one of them.

Anyway, this morning I was wandering around the Salvation Army charity shop down the road from my flat. It’s one of the few left in town which doesn’t realise the value of its own stock, so it’s still possible to get a gorgeous vintage bargain in there!

And… that’s one of my guilty pleasure habits.

Not getting a gorgeous vintage bargain exactly; getting a gorgeous vintage bargain I neither need nor intend to use. For example, today I came home with two books of sheet music (when I can neither read sheet music nor play an instrument), a knitting pattern for wombat-shaped toys (I haven’t knitted a stitch in my life) and a single bed sheet (when our bed’s a double):

Look at that dapper moustache! How cheerful he looks with his cavalcade of happy songs! Look at the song titles! Sheet music joy!
I’m not so clear why I wanted the Beethoven one…

I would quite like a knitted wombat toy…

Of course, some of this will get re-purposed for my shop. The sheet music will probably turn into paper “song birds” and the fabric has multiple uses (and might help justify having bought Things to Make from Odds and Ends because I liked the hideous lampshade on the front).

More usefully acquired were these Avon playing cards (50 pence!). How cute are they? And seasonal, too…

I bought them planning to turn them into gift tags or business cards but, now that I’ve got them out of the box, they’re not going anywhere; I’m far too smitten with them.

Things I did resist buying included a funky pyrex casserole dish (as I already have a stack I never use) and this blanket (because it was itchy):

I also resisted this fab old suitcase. The catches don’t hold any more and it’s too big for the “I need a cute retro suitcase” photo shoot I have in mind, so I thought I was being sensible leaving it… Then I got home and realised it’s the perfect shape, size and colour to turn into the coffee table our living room is sorely lacking; I’ll be going back on Monday lunchtime to see if it’s still there!

I love that it still has the name tag attached!

In other Saturday news, our new (working!) TV was delivered today. Here we are, watching it scan for new channels:

Joy!

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Cute present from Karen!

I took some photos for her and her new husband on their wedding day so they bought me these on their honeymoon as a thank you present.

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