When I was younger, my problem in life used to be one of not being able to commit to anything.

I never seemed to be able to choose, since every choice meant dismissing so many other interesting options.

Thankfully I have got better at choosing as I have got older. These days I am slightly more decisive and definitely more fixed in my likes and dislikes.

But sometimes I still find it exceptionally hard to commit.

Yesterday I went on a lovely jaunt with a friend of mine, vintage seller Maria of Sunshine Vintage.

We headed off with another friend to Newark Showgrounds for an antiques and vintage thing. Not the big, famous Newark fair that takes place every few months, but a smaller version, recently relocated from nearby Swinderby.

It all looked a bit desolate upon first arriving, but looks can be deceiving.

As we began to wander and browse and rummage it became a lot more interesting…Maria beat me to the vintage fabrics, but I didn’t mind, being currently somewhat over-supplied in the vintage sheets department.

I almost succumbed to a lovely pure white vintage linen bedsheet, but found, as of old, that I just couldn’t commit.

There was just still too much left to see, and not enough pennies in my purse.

Thankfully, little things weren’t too risky to commit to. Especially little, cheap, useful things…

But I still had half an idea in the back of my mind that should something present itself as suitable for upping the game with my stall display, I wanted sufficient funds left to purchase it.

So I held back.

Apart from a very pretty wildflowers book, purchased for a pound…

And then it started to rain.

All of a sudden, everyone was pulling out brollies and packing up.

So, spotting something nice, I didn’t hang about…

I decided, right there and then, to commit.

It wasn’t an expensive purchase. And with it’s doors wide open, after a bit of spit and polish, it should provide a useful backdrop on my stall.

Really, I had originally had something else in mind, but, having covered about two-thirds of the fair by this time, and with the rain turning from drizzle to pelt, I felt it was time to commit to the cupboard.

It was whilst I was squelching back towards the car in my sandals that I saw it. The thing I should have waited for. The thing I had had in mind all along.

A lovely old, knackered, big, cheaper-than-a-cupboard, dolls house.

I had spent my allotted cash. I had committed to the cupboard. I rued my decision for a moment.

And then I shrugged my shoulders and lumped my cupboard back toward the car-park.

I didn’t photograph the dolls house, to fret over later.

The cupboard will be more useful. It will be easier to transport. And it was a better size.

And besides, once you’re committed, that’s it, isn’t it? ♥