A bargain from Greenwhich market. I nearly didn't go as I was feeling a bit under the weather, but am so glad I did. These and a vintage sewing box, in which I have consolidated all things sewing-well at least the cottons, knitting needles, needles and my sewing scissors. And it doubles as a useful little table. It was full of goodies-I must make sure to use lots of them so as not to pass it on to some other bargain hunting vintage lover in 30 years time. One of the popper cards says 'wartime issue' on it-that got me thinking to when I will be old and it will be in the forties-a hundred years after the war. Strange how your mind wanders when cleaning out an old sewing box. There were Cash's woven name labels for Thomas but he never used them. I put things from this, from my Great Aunt Peggy's, and from the other couple of old sewing baskets I have, together-all the bias binding, darning wool, zips, crochet hooks and poppers. Buttons are all in a basket-apart from the ones that aren't. The pretty little things-a couple of lovely belt buckles-one jet glass and the other silver metal and wood, a small glass screw top test tube of silver beads, some jet glass buttons and some blue glass and gold buttons, are all in a compartment. There are always pretty little things in these sewing boxes. There are also mementoes of their owners. One I bought years ago had the passport photos of the lady who I presume owned it. Another had winning certificates for two rabbit shows. I can't throw these things away, it seems wrong to do so, so they are kept in the box still, and I look at them when I come across them.
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Thursday, 27 October 2011
Letters
A bargain from Greenwhich market. I nearly didn't go as I was feeling a bit under the weather, but am so glad I did. These and a vintage sewing box, in which I have consolidated all things sewing-well at least the cottons, knitting needles, needles and my sewing scissors. And it doubles as a useful little table. It was full of goodies-I must make sure to use lots of them so as not to pass it on to some other bargain hunting vintage lover in 30 years time. One of the popper cards says 'wartime issue' on it-that got me thinking to when I will be old and it will be in the forties-a hundred years after the war. Strange how your mind wanders when cleaning out an old sewing box. There were Cash's woven name labels for Thomas but he never used them. I put things from this, from my Great Aunt Peggy's, and from the other couple of old sewing baskets I have, together-all the bias binding, darning wool, zips, crochet hooks and poppers. Buttons are all in a basket-apart from the ones that aren't. The pretty little things-a couple of lovely belt buckles-one jet glass and the other silver metal and wood, a small glass screw top test tube of silver beads, some jet glass buttons and some blue glass and gold buttons, are all in a compartment. There are always pretty little things in these sewing boxes. There are also mementoes of their owners. One I bought years ago had the passport photos of the lady who I presume owned it. Another had winning certificates for two rabbit shows. I can't throw these things away, it seems wrong to do so, so they are kept in the box still, and I look at them when I come across them.
Sunday, 26 September 2010
Room
The room of someone who goes to bed too late. 
The room of someone who enjoys objects described in the following ways-
shiny
natural
old
weathered
worn
patterned
ancient
The box was a find on Greenwich market today, along with the tiny boxwood round box. The dice came from a 50p bargain tin of dice, the lamp is made with tissue paper from last weekend's craft fair. The jewels on the floor are from my hoard of crystal beads. The vase is a thimble and old metal bead from Deptford market and the plants in the vase and box are scrap book embellishments. The rolls of paper are papyrus from the British Museum. The clock is an old watch. Inside the lamp is a battery run nightlight.
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