Unique V Run of the mill…

Unique V Run of the mill…

Picture this .. you realise it’s a friends birthday coming up, or your grandmas, or your next door neighbour who takes in the washing when it’s raining … I’ll leave you to imagine who! Anyway, it’s their birthday and you have choices to make! Do you reach for the...
Did I Mention Lola?

Did I Mention Lola?

Lola, she’s my mannequin. I bought her off some lady on market place a couple of weeks ago and I think she’s slightly baffled why she’s been up-cycled- that’s the lady not Lola lol! No, Lola is now fully resplendent in her finery. She’s been sprayed in paint in all...
I must be mad …

I must be mad …

What idiot goes into a line of work where the potential for allergies is the highest? That would be me lol! I have a really bad allergy to dust amongst other things and obviously dealing in old, antique and vintage items, means generally they come to me fully coated...
But It’s Just For Sitting Your Bum On …

But It’s Just For Sitting Your Bum On …

When is a stool not a stool? When it’s a piece by Phillipe Starck, an innovative designer, much admired and copied. Think Ikea and their version of his Ghost Chair – yep he designed the originals that sell for astronomical amounts. He is a man of many talents,...
Crushing It…

Crushing It…

Picture the scene … you’ve got a sugar bowl filled with sugar, and you come to spoon it into your morning cuppa – only to find it’s gone damp and all clumped together! What to do? The Victorian’s had a solution.. a glass sugar crusher (as pictured) that they’d...
Once more round the dance floor with vigour…

Once more round the dance floor with vigour…

When you buy a vintage piece of jewellery, you’re buying something that’s been worn and preloved granted – but it’ll be individual and “new” to you. You’re almost certain to be the only one rocking that 80s Dynasty-esque gold chunky necklace – think Joan...
One Man’s Tat…

One Man’s Tat…

Picture this .. you’re stood in the very long queue of your local Ikea and you look at all the other long queue’s of people and realise that at least half a dozen of them are dragging trollies full of the same stuff you’re also buying! The same white flat pack chest...
How did I end up here?

How did I end up here?

Three years ago, I had no idea I’d end up opening my own antiques and vintage business, and in truth it’s all happened rather suddenly and yet it feels right! Three years ago, as lockdown was starting, the cancer that my mum had been fighting for two years took hold...