Apologies for the surroundings, I'm in the middle room, what should be our dining room, the place where a young man hung himself in the 1920s and a room destined to forever remain a dumping ground until we find the right table and some chairs. I'd rather go without than compromise on furniture neither of us like.
Despite the past tragedy, it isn't a bad room, sunny for most of the day & toasty warm in the winter courtesy of the wood burner, although my Dad, unaware of the history, always claimed it had a strange atmosphere.
We moved the day bed from our bedroom downstairs during Krista and Chris's visit to free up enough space to hang my clothes up on a rail, I was scared they'd suffer death by vintage frockery if I'd left all my crap in the guest room. The trunks underneath are stuffed with all kinds of junk.
Krista bought me this fabulous poster of an anarchic Queen Liz from the Mr Brainache exhibition they visited last week.
This silk programme is from 1837, the year of Queen Victoria's coronation. It came from my Grandma's childhood home in Chester.
The Edwardian framed photograph is of a relative, I've no idea who, there's no-one left to ask.
The lovely Heather sent me this fabulous 1970s maxi dress all the way from California. It's been much admired today and the perfect weight for a sunny but freezing-your-arse-off kind of a day.
Barry M Spring Green nail paint with a stack of Indian silver.
Including two new-to-me rings courtesy of our gorgeous Em.
She also included this killer 1965 caftan pattern and a beautiful Accessorize pendant in the parcel. I'm dying to crack on with some sewing but I'm selling at my first vintage fair this weekend so it's a week packed with de-cluttering, ironing and tagging. Needs must when wanderlust strikes.
|Original maxi dress worn with River Island stack heeled leather boots (£2, Salvation Army)|
Right then, back to the ironing pile.
Keep your fingers crossed for a dry start for a car boot sale in the morning.
See you soon!