Falling on my head like a memory

We Brits do like a chunter about the weather. Mostly because it is so awful. Here we are, almost the middle of June, and I've had to unearth on a woolly hat...

                                            At least the garden is benefiting from the rain. Another British cliche!

The kids and I spent the day in York on Thursday, visiting their adopted Grandma. J is my sister's partner's mum. Since she was longing for grandkids but had none, and our kids are badly off for grandparents, there only being my mum, we agreed on a mutually delightful arrangement by which J is their honorary second Grandma!

Later on, we met up with my friend Patsy and her daughter. Patsy was kind enough to whizz the kids off to Clifford's Tower...

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                  ...so I could have a speedy trawl through the many charity shops which line Goodramgate.

                                                                             Our Lady's Row


There was a lot of vintage, but at a price. The York chazzas are definitely on the retro/vintage bandwagon, the Sue Ryder shop even had a whole room upstairs devoted to it. Everything was well-displayed and there was some good stock, but a little too expensive for me. I did pick something up as a gift for a blog buddy (so it's a secret!) and I found this lovely tin in Oxfam.

                                                       Is there a lovelier colour than kingfisher blue?

Yesterday, the LBs and I braved the conditions to take Seldom Seen for a haircut, pop into Tesco, and inevitably have the briefest of rummages in a charity shop, where Eldest spotted this cantilever sewing box.

I do already have one, an older version in dark wood but missing its legs. I couldn't leave this one behind though. It had some cottons, zips and lace inside. I think all sewing baskets/boxes should come with bits and pieces still inside, it's part of their charm. Minnie likes it too.

I bought this jersey maxi dress from Ebay last year, where it was listed, along with a blurry photo, as vintage. I was fairly sure it wasn't old, but it was cheap so I took a chance. It's from Matalan! That's fine, I like the frock, but I do hate it when people misrepresent items as vintage which clearly are not. However, at 99p, I wasn't going to make a fuss.

                                                                                     Great print.

 

So there we are. Not much to report. Yesterday, Littlest spilled a glass of orange juice all over my favourite suede patchwork bag. I shouted. She cried. I de-nitted SSK before his hair cut (I thought it only polite). The girls and I went to a jumble sale this morning which was advertised as "massive". It wasn't. I love that my girls weren't remotely phased by the various rough and ready women behind the stalls, the one whose every other word was swearing and who had major body odour issues, and another, about my age, but with fewer than average teeth. They chatted happily, rummaged, and came home with more bargains than me.

The baton has been passed.

                                              What's been happening in your world this weekend? xxxxxx