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i have decided to stop this blog...at least for a while, i have enjoyed parading my things across your screens but i feel it is becoming less interesting as time goes on... i leave you with the mangle that has been in my back yard since time immemorial ( i should have swept before taking the photo...just another example of my standards slipping, unfortunately) and my favourite espresso cups from majorca (part of a set of 6) ... thanks for watching x
a rather splendid box of lace bobbins, which are not especially special individually but, as a whole, with the cigar box, rather delightful...
mary, mary...
an arrangement of collected importance on a kitchen cupboard; includes a rock stars phone number, postcards from Bronwen Deane (love 'em), photos from a day out in sunderland (!), etc...
an asparagus jar... to put asparagus in.
a handmade, crude cupboard... well i should say, 'crudely handmade' as it doesn't tell disgusting jokes.
bought at auction for a mammoth £40, but it was full of watch parts so selling some means i have made my money back a few times over... and got some gorgeous watch hands and a tiny ancient cuckoo from a clock; most likely a cuckoo clock.
my sweet collection of ameretti tins...mmm...delicious.
a beaded receptacle for...crucifixes. have seen a few of these victorian things, they seem to be for hanging on the wall but i have no idea what they are supposed to be for, suggestions welcome!
draped jewels....
lace and tape...i have left the camera flash as it looks like a glowing diamond...o i shouldn't have told you, you would have believed it was a glowing diamond.
bits of fluffery and finery...
a plastic basket...
from the frankfurt flohmarkt last year... used for taking my lunch on days out.
a christmas present if i remember rightly, from my mother, or maybe it was an anytime present, in other words just a present, although one should never say 'just' a present so disregard that word. it's actually worth money, especially as his cane is intact...his legs are a little short though (for my liking).
the charity shop staple...the souvenir boxed glass set, but a lovely example...spanish if you hadn't guessed, passed on by my lovely sister Alison.
'joan of arc' plaster head; some say it's scary, some say serene, i say chipped...from gay paris...
some tinyish cups and saucers, i think i have 5 or 6 altogether (don't know where at the moment) but these were the nicest colours...
clogs...a pair ...2" long...someone's souvenir from bruges and then... my souvenir from the antique shop, ... battered, bruised and quaint...
one of my chandaliers...have had this since about...well years...but still stocked in ikea, has been sprayed and adorned over the years...christmas baubles abound.
not an old thing but delightful all the same...in my defense it has a 'vintage' look although it was in fact 'found' in a shop...croft interiors, stokesley.
i don't know what these are called... it's a brass pole fixed horizontally... upon which you can drape muslin seductively over your bedhead or in this case (my case) a branch of silver wired jingly bells from joanna...
