Forget Kirstie's Vintage Home, Here's Ours!

My Dad's been in a specialist dementia nursing home for just over a year. Yesterday, some thieving scum bags broke into his unoccupied house (my childhood home) & helped themselves to the contents. Not much was taken but items were arranged into piles around the house as if they were intending on returning. They'll be disappointed if they do, my brother and I have emptied the place of anything of value, Jon's boarded up all the windows and installed a bastard massive alarm that'll wake the dead (or deafen them) if it goes off. Take that, suckers!

  

Now the only problem is shoe horning yet more stuff into my already full-to-bursting house. I tell you, Kirstie Allsopp's got nothing on this place.

Here's some new additions:

Mum and Dad bought this ceramic cat back from Italy in 1966, he's now resplendent on the fireplace.

On the hearth there's a Burslem Art Lustrine bowl and a Doulton Lambeth Ware vase.

An Edwardian pitch pine side table squashed up the corner, 

home to a Mid-19th Century papier mache opium companion set,

A life size bronze bust of "The Boy, David",

 and a framed daguerreotype.

A dashing ancestor from Mum's side of the family who apparently went mad and ended his days in an asylum.

A 1930s Perky Pup

A Victorian cotton lawn underskirt.

An Art Nouveau brass coal scuttle next to the wood burner

 Victorian silver-topped vanity jars in the bathroom.

I've wedged a Regency papier mache decorative tray into the bedroom fire place.

It'll stop the draughts if nothing else.

I'll probably find new homes for this lot, more Doulton Lambeth Ware (Circa 1870)

More Victorian pottery. 

Victorian double-sided glass and velvet souvenir from the Isle Of Wight.

 Disturbing dolls. I'm keeping these downstairs to scare off any burglars!

That's all folks! Lots more to come including Edwardian baby clothes, more creepy relatives and Victoriana galore.

Victorian underskirt worn with a 1970s floral blouse (Local hospice shop), denim waistcoat (Acorns charity shop) and an Urban Outfitters belt (present from Liz)

Onwards and upwards. I've been through enough crap in the last few years to let something as trivial as the loss of a few possessions bother me and poor old Dad's blissfully unaware of everything (including who the hell I am).

I'm off to open the bar and looking forward to a day (and night out) in Birmingham tomorrow.
Have a fabulous weekend whatever you get up to and see you soon.