The Big Clean Up

A school night it may be but a cheeky lager's the order of the day after the massive clear-up operation we've just undertaken. Housework and I aren't natural bedfellows and I'm something of a domestic slattern but as an avid second-hand shopper sometimes the clutter gets overwhelming and enough's enough. At least the house is now tidy enough to show you round.

This is my work/sewing/creating/ dressing up/wardrobe overflow space. It's where my friends always end up mid-dinner party or when they drop in for a coffee.

 

I'm always happy to sell on my vintage finds to my friends especially when they look better in them than I do. Some of them popped round earlier for a dressing up session.

There's so much stuff there's not enough days in the year even if I got changed three times a day to wear it all so it's only fair to share.

 How many vintage brass bags can a girl use?

I knew all those suitcases I keep buying for less than a quid would come in handy for storing my eBay goodies. My obsession with retro grooming gear means I could probably furnish a hair salon.

The cats are exhausted just watching me.

Who needs the TV when I've got such a fine collection of vintage annuals, coffee table books and guides? This is just the tip of the iceberg! At least I can reach them now.

 A vintage rummage calls for retro snacks. Just for a change I've put the £1 G Plan coffee table in the lounge. It's quite refreshing not to have to negotiate that low level table made from an antique Rajasthani door, no more bruised shins.

The smaller settee has been moved into the bay. The orange 1960's cushion covers were found by Jon at Thursday's jumble sale. It was a stupid idea to put my cacti on the window ledges as I have to move them every time I open the sash windows.

There were originally five vintage clocks on the mantelpiece.They're destined for the car boot sale, hopefully sometime this week if the weather holds.

We had to buy this ex-display leather tub chair after I had my hip replacement as our settees are too low for me to sit comfortably for long. I was offered an old biddy-style winged armchair on loan from social services but needless to say I declined it.

I pimped up my gypsy chandelier with some clip-on peacocks.

My Bernard Buffet matador was the first in my collection of 1950's framed prints. He was 50p from a local hospice charity over 15 years ago and still one of my favourites.

This 1966 Caroline print was a £3 car boot buy a few years ago. I see different women in it each time I look.

Jon looks on in a bemused manner. I've got spending money for the weekend now, hooray.

Vintage Van Allen maxi (eBay), clogs (local boutique), Tuborg (the Co-op)

Cheers!
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