The last couple of weeks. I am over run with lovely new jobs and just general domestics. I have neglected this blog, for which I am sorry however be assured I am madly working away in all apsects of life, even if I don't always let you know. I should let you know, I know. So sorry for being an absentee blogger and thank you for putting up with me. There is constantly lots going on here and even on my day away from my office ( while I was getting the car serviced....! ) I stumbled upon these vinage treasures.
So this is something I have never ever seen before.....
An upholstered coffee table. Quite extraordinary in its apperance yet strangley tempting. (and of course perfect for the baby who is pulling herself up on everything and anything and is currently sporting a bruise on each temple...)
Here is a closer look in all its glory. Amazing.......even the fabric looks pretty good. I can's stop thinking about it. (the price...$80 bucks)
And then there were these.
Hard to tell the scale, but they were pint sized (child size really) cane chairs. Nothing that a few coats with a white spray can couldn't fix instantly. Mini glamour....in cane.
I also found a pair of chinnoiserie figures,
and some left over vintage wallpaper, which when unfurled revealed..
Not that I would paper the whole darn house with it but still pretty eye catching. And just when I thought enough was enough, my foot caught on this beautiful vintage bed throw folded up on the floor. It was all greens and browns with a touch of lilac and really was a beauty.
Now to those of you like me who don't live close to a big city will tell you that a car servicing day can be dangerous in more ways than one. Firstly, there is the expense of the actual service, which you can almost forget about since there are always more pressing things to deal with first. Then, comes the danger of being stuck somewhere, mostly in the shopping centre of said town whilst you wait for the man to ring to tell you your car is shiny bright and ready to be driven home. If you are an old hat at these long days, you learn to linger slowly in each shop dragging the time out and careflully selecting what you need, before paying for it and leaving it in the store to collect later. (lumbering shopping around only slows you down and there is only so much you can hang on a pram handle)
Anyway, when the call finally comes and the courtesy car comes to pick you up, it is a mad dash to retrace your steps and collect all your bargains. Then, as you sheepishly pile the stash in to the car you constantly mutter about 'not getting out much' just so the collection man doesn't think you are a mad spender. (luckily by the time I had actually got home, the light had faded sufficiently enough for me to smuggle most if it in un -noticed.)
So, that was my car servicing day in a nutshell plus a few vintage finds too.
What can I say........exhausting! I'll be back soon - promise.
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