I don’t do well with clothes – that’s a given. Not long my friend Eve and her sister, Faye. They know exactly how to spot an old blouse from M&S and turn it into something on-trend. My style is preppy and predictable unfortunately.
But furniture and knick-knacks – that I can do.
It’s no secret that the only new piece of furniture in our house is our bed. I’m proud of that. I’m not a cheapskate, I’m clever. And I’m a big fan of old furniture. Like this beautiful table.
I’m pretty certain that it’s part of a nest, but that didn’t stop me buying it. It stood alone, outside one of my local charity shops. The smallest charity shop in the village. People didn’t notice it, but I did. As soon as I saw it I had to have it. Even more so when I saw the price. £3.00. £3.00 for something beautifully crafted with bags of potential.
Now, don’t get me wrong, this little table needs some work. It’s seen it’s fare share of wear and tear and the leather inlay is stained and marked. The wood looks like someone has let an angry cat loose on it.
I don’t yet know what to do with it. I know there are two camps of people when it comes to ‘up cycling’. I’m an upcycler. I take furniture that other people wouldn’t notice and turn it into something special.
I’m still not 100%, but I’m thinking that this may be perfect in a pale grey or muted teal, with a decoupage top. Who knows. It won’t be something I rush into – this little beauty deserves some respect.
Next up was this sweet little Welsh Lady bell. She’s a little tarnished, but she cost 39p and she’s beautiful. She lets out a lovely little sound when you ring her and I love the welcome addition she makes to my Welsh dresser. A Welsh Lady for a Welsh dresser, as my mum pointed out.
Since having William, I’ve discovered that I’m even more passionate about books than I ever thought possible. I want him to dream special dreams of adventures with your six friends, or talking animals, or conversational trains. I want him to wonder what a bubble gum that tastes like a three-course meal is really like. Or wonder how it would feel to live in a giant peach.
Thanks to my lovely dad, William already has the complete Roald Dahl collection, but I desperately wanted to take him back even further, to the world of Enid Blyton.
I managed to find the first in my collection – my original stash of books given away by my mum to a family relative. So this collection of Secret Seven stories will do for now. I can’t wait to read them at night, under the covers with a torch.
And finally, well, I’m a lover of old books. I love the smell, the memories they hide in-between their pages and their stories too. I saw these two, an old prayer book and a copy of John Bunyan’s Pilgrim’s Progress. They look so beautiful, peeking out of my Welsh dresser, where I’ll get them out from time-to-time, just to flick through those dusty pages.
Altogether, those twelve books cost me just £6.00.
Sometimes I wonder if I was born in the wrong era. Everything seems so much better when it’s old, like a good wine and a good cheese. At least, this way, I can imagine.
£9.39, less than a tenner – not a lot for some special memories.
Do you have thrifty fingers too?