You can't fault Jon. As soon as we've paid the jumble sale entrance fee we split up and go our separate ways. We buy our goodies, stuff them into a bag and don't allow each other a peek at the booty until we're back home.
Only once the coffee's made and we're sitting comfortably can we tip the bags out and examine the finds. This vintage cape was what Jon snaffled for me at yesterday morning's Cat's Protection League jumble sale. Didn't he do well?
He also grabbed this immaculate English Lady sheepskin car coat. It's still got the cutter's label inside.
Here's a joint effort - vintage Spartan suitcase, wooden chess box, 1950's plastic baking sleeves for protecting your frock when whipping up a Victoria sponge, 1918 edition of Charles Kingsley's Westward Ho! from Herbert Strang's Empire Library, Grimm's Fairy Tales presented to Maggie Blakeman in Spring 1895 and *find of the day*, a miserable child tea tray (labelled Donkey Boy). Now we can be tormented by sad-faced kiddies when we take tea in bed.
|Wool cape and denim shorts (20p each from yesterday's jumble sale), vintage Jeff Banks W1 label blouse (the gorgeous Alex). I'd forgotten about these yellow Topshop T-Bar shoes, thanks for the reminder, Ellie (£1.95 Acorns Hospice)|
Hope your weekend has been a good one. As usual, I've eaten and drunk way too much, had a rocking night out on the town and still haven't got round to sorting out my Goa bag.