In the past few weeks I have indulged in some serious decorating both
at work and at home. Truth is, I did some clothes shopping,too. My expanded waistline, thanks to some traditional home cooking in the past couple of weeks, required a pair of black elastic waist trousers and a long, brown, elastic waist skirt. Oh what a blessing to be able to think nicer thoughts than fat-fat-fat! But nice as this may feel,this is not the kind of shopping I'm talking about.
(N.B. When they tell you that Mediterranean Diet is healthy, they also fail to tell you it is fattening, unless you walk the sheep to high pastures every day or raw a boat. It IS healthy, though, olive oil, veggies et al).
Now, I talk here about
vintage. In Grece, much to my surprise, there are no garage sales. You would think that in a country with not much of an economy, people would be willing to sell or share. Not. I tried to introduce the concept in the Girl Guides, but people were reluctant to part with their kids' unwanted books or board games, let alone buy anything less than perfect in our one bazaar. No, no such a thing.
On the other hand, a very nice lady who was the girls' ballet teacher, offered me, and I gladly accepted, her teenage son's baby clothes which lasted J up to the age of three. But she had spent more than half of her life in France. And as we all know, the French know a thing or two about
brocante.
What have I been stocking on, you might ask. I am going to show you in a moment. Hint: these items below are part of my Christmas wishlist.
I love my new old treasures and I was equally thrilled to receive some presents full of love and kind thoughts.
As you might have guessed, what I longed for was some housewares. I got really nostalgic. I stocked on some well worn Golden books. A brooch that very much looked like one I remember my mom wearing. I received some doilies. And some old post-cards that I'm going to show you soon.
I increasingly desired a corner of my own, where I would indulge in some more romantic, more feminine elements. And, thank God, it is happening. Here, have a look. This is my little corner in the attic.
Which houses some lovingly sent treasures
Lovely vintage lace. Paper and envelopes.
And this is my little cross-stitching corner in the den.
So now you know...Before you throw away your 70s melamine, old enamel pots and depression glass, there is someone across the pond, waiting to treasure them!
With thanks to
Cindy for hosting.