I found this when I was back up North the other weekend, at a very good moochy place called "Lady Hayes" near Frodsham (Cheshire), I think.
The boys, meanwhile, were getting stuck into the serious business of log chopping. The Munchkin was roped in to help. Cowboy boot slippers: essential health and safety requirement, don't you know!
We acquired a very lovely old fireback for our inglenook fire at the weekend. We've been after one of these for ages and found it in Bridport on Saturday. In fact, we found a whole new area in Bridport, down off Gundry Lane, which was awash with moochy shops. I still feel like I've dreamt it all. How can you go to one place many times over several years and never know that a whole area of it exists, just tucked away behind the main South Street? How could Bridport just have got even better?
Once the Munchy had done his duty, it was back to his day job: farmer!
Want to see my prized moochy finds from the weekend? Oh good...
There was an Antiques and Collectables Fair in the little church hall in Bridport on Saturday and I swooped on this DIVINE set of French tins. I've lusted after some like this for a while and the lady offered them to me for a bargain. I couldn't say no!
Hmm. Shall I keep them? Or I could sell them, I mused.
I mean, where on earth am I going to put them if I keep them?
But I reeeeeeally want to keep them!
And with a little rearrangement, I managed to shuffle them onto the dresser where I think they look pretty darned errm, pretty! There they shall stay.
Also from the little Fair, I couldn't resist this chap, sitting patiently in the corner, waiting for a new home and a new soppy too-old owner to love him in all his saggy, vintagey, still-growly glory!
Doesn't he look just the picture, nestled there in that super duper cosy spot?
This'll do me nicely, say Tedders, I'm partial to a spot of vintage myself!