Doesn't take much to make me happy

There have been all sorts of little things which have made me smile this week.

Sunshine after the rain, for one.

And this beauty, called Samantha, picked up in a charity shop for a fiver.

The painting is signed Lambert - I'm looking to you for information, Tania!

1960s amber glassware, which matches my genie bottle rather nicely.

Yes, Wii games and dust and cat paw prints on the mantlepiece. 

See what I mean about amateur?

The local charity shop where I found both painting and vase had a lot of vintage glassware on display.

I'm guessing it was probably one person's collection.

Is it sad that it was all being flogged off for £1-3 a piece, or good that lots of people get a chance to enjoy it now, and the hospice charity benefits? A bit of both, I suppose.

Another customer and I oohed and ahhed over which pieces to choose, while the women at the till fretted over using up all their bubble wrap on our purchases. (Newspaper would have done the job equally well...)

This perfectly-fitting dress has made me happy, a gift from the divine Helga. Have you seen her flashing her pantaloons as a guest frockster over at Kylie's?

What else has tickled me?

Eldest joining the Dance Club at school, and telling me that they can't perform their routine to Jason Derulo's Talk Dirty at the Christmas concert because the lyrics include the word penis. There may be some other lyrical content which is a little adult for 11 year olds too...  

 

My mate Jo losing out to an elderly lady in the Battle of the Granny Chic at a vintage charity sale yesterday. They both wanted the same 1960s top; the octogenarian won. We laughed all morning about that. 

 

 After months of being blanked by the Chair of our PTA (she hates me!) which has made it impossible for me to remain in the group, there has been a regime change, and I can return. That feels better. Christmas Fair? Game on!

 

 

Last Saturday, when Littlest and I were on the bus coming home from town, a toothless man radiating beer fumes chatted to us. We answered politely, until he asked about my husband.     

I'm not married, I said. Foolishly. 

 Toothless Drunk Man's eyes lit up. I corrected my error, and said I have a partner.
  Toothless Drunk wanted to know why we weren't married, and we seemed set for an unwelcome discussion about marriage, and my availability. Luckily, he had to get off the bus before us.
When he had gone, Littlest gave me a piercing look, and said he liked you.
Well, he was a bit drunk, I replied.
She shrugged, then said he wanted you.
For once, I was speechless.

Someone has found my blog by using the search term meet n fuck. 

I hope it wasn't Toothless Drunk Man.

1970s Dagmar maxi dress - gift from Helga
Denim jacket and bangles - charity shopped
Apple pendant and brooch - flea markets
1980s boots - Second to None



Spending very little money to get interesting, quirky old stuff - that always makes me feel cheerful.

Clockwise top left to right;

1950s preserve pot

1950s giraffe cocktail stirrers

1930s Bakelite domed trinket box (stall holder suggested it was for powder and a puff)

1960-70s stainless steel and abalone shell bangle

Victorian dried flower brooch

Tiny glass salt shaker (I presume)

Prices - 50p-£3.

And that fabric with the funky print you can see in the background? A 1960s dress for a fiver. Yippee!

So, yes, I am pretty easy to please.

Dinner with the girls round at Karen's later, and next week is half term.
I'm pretty pleased about that too.


Have a splendid weekend, everyone!

xxxx