Goodness me I'm sitting here all 'car-booted-out!' I have been to 5 in the last 3 days rising at 5.30am each morning and am exhausted. Pulling, or should I say dragging, my trolley through the long grass of 4 of the sales has been a bit of an effort; and my trolley has now developed a rather loud squeak.
I haven't found much but what I did find I'm pleased with. It's really about being in the right place at the right time - which became quite evident when I missed a wonderful opportunity to snap up some lovely Tala Ware even though I was one of the early-birds. But there we go, there's always another time (I hope!)
I very nearly didn't buy the above beaded flowers. Yes, you did read that correctly. I saw them on a stall and they had been pushed into a round, rather smelly, lump of clay and placed in an small, nondescript (read:: hideously ugly) brown pot. I picked them up, found out the price, 50p, umm'd and ah'd for a bit and then, sort of unenthusiastically, agreed to have them - but 'only if they kept the brown pot to re-sell' ...very tactfully. I then came home and with the help of a chisel and hammer got the clay off (why would it smell so bad??!) I then plonked them in the small jug on our mantelpiece; stepped back and my mouth fell open. What a vision of beauty - and to think I nearly didn't buy them. I just love them and the colours are so vivid.
My second favourite treasure I spied peeping out of a cupboard and again nearly didn't buy it. What's going on with me at the moment? I think I'm trying to be mindful of (a) my budget and (b) filling our home with more 'stuff.'
But here it is - a sweet little quilt and as I'm so weary here is another view of it -
with me under it. Yes, on a rather chilly Bank Holiday Afternoon what have I decided to do? Go to bed. No Bank Holiday high jinks for me. And on that note I need to rest my head on my yellow rosebud pillow. See you tomorrow.