Cushions galore, just as you would expect. I picked up a set of vintage rose embroidered tray cloths and decided to put them to a more useful purpose as the centrepiece of some log cabin patchwork cushions, so pleased was I with this lovely number which you may recall.
One of these beauties has been on the chair in my den and I do indeed intend to keep one. I might have to let the buyer decide which one they want and which I will keep!
A marriage of vintage and modern fabrics can sometimes really work, I think; the modern fabric stops the vintage being too old fashioned or twee, the vintage fabric gives that special and eclectic edge to the widely available modern fabric. Of course, it also makes things a tad more affordable now that vintage has been well and truly discovered!
Over the last week, there has been much mooching with trips to our favourite charity shops and boot fairs nearby the cottage and a lovely last minute trip to Totnes on Saturday. I am loving this little selection of green and pink vintage beauty, my fave combination as you might have spotted from the rosy cushions.
At the flea market in Totnes, I couldn't resist this Frank Cooper's marmalade pot, adorned with fabulous 1950's pink roses. They don't make them like this anymore.
Taking these photos today to show you what we've been up to recently (and what we've treasure hunted recently), I couldn't help noticing how much more beautiful and downright stylish and glamorous things were 50 or so years ago.
Now I'd never really thought of nylon as being glamorous but the HenHouse has sustained a positive influx of thrifted nylon this week.
At a car boot sale, I couldn't resist this dinky bed jacket with it's pretty yellow flowers, cute neck-tie and lushly quilted fabric. I do have a soft spot for a good bed jacket...
But there's more to which I must confess, dear reader, more nylon.
How could I resist this confection of colour, though?
There they were, all folded neatly in a drawer in the charity shop, pristine, some brand new, completely and utterly dinky in size, slinky and silky to touch and adorned with all that pretty (nylon) lace. Oh so pretty, I thought. I couldn't help wondering who had worn them and looked after them so beautifully, as I'm sure she must similarly have looked after her appearance as ladies, who were ladies in the true sense of the word, did way back when.
Did somebody mention bed jackets. Funnily enough, my collection of bed jackets (currently numbering a mere two but I know without doubt it shall expand), started a good ten years ago when I picked up this stunning satin number in a dodgy junk shop in South London which is no longer even there anymore.
Now this one is oh so glamorous, don't you think?
I'm wondering if I might ever wear a bed jacket. Indeed, I do possess a modern day furry equivalent which is getting handy at this time of year, but could I ever wear something this glam? What sort of lifestyle do you need to have to sit around in your satin bed jacket, lolling on the chaise longue, partaking in a little G&T perhaps?
Well I could certainly give it a try, now where did I put those marabou-trimmed mules...