Sometimes I think I am entering a second childhood. When my sister and I were children, she was a big fan of soft toys. She always felt sorry for them, languishing on the shelves of shops with no cuddles, and begged to be allowed … Continue reading
A few years ago, I admit, I used to have a bit of an addiction. Nothing too seedy, don’t worry. For a while, I devoted many hours to it, sometimes at the expense of family harmony. But it did more-or-less furnish our home, … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
Sometimes it’s good to indulge. To give yourself over to pleasure, allow yourself to partake without guilt and to feel nothing but joy at doing so. That sums up my Saturday in Sheffield. Yes, I know that probably sounds a little … Continue reading
Some “vintage” events call for stamina. You might walk for hours, rummaging through piles of rubbish, wearing down shoe leather – and then come away with nothing but sore feet and a sense of wasted opportunity. But some events call for a … Continue reading
One nice thing about having a blog is that it provides me with a place to store stuff that I have nowhere else to put. Let me explain. I like vintage shopping. No, actually, I love vintage shopping. I browse, I marvel, … Continue reading