I've done quite well recently though, so let me show you my finds.
Remember this?
Well, I found a new home for it on the mantelpiece. It looked lovely but lacked a bit of symmetry.
At the car boot sale in York last week, look what I found...
I thought it was another crate so I bought it for £2. When I got home and looked properly I realised it's not a crate at all, but a drawer!
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| The top edge is much thicker as this is the drawer front. |
The knob has been cut off leaving the screw embedded. The front is a painted finish and you can see where a label once sat.
The shape of the missing label makes me wonder if it's a drawer from an old apothecary chest...
But don't they make a sweet pair? The newer one is looking dark as I treated it for woodworm and it will be a while before it dries out as the woodworm treatment is oily.
I'm a little tempted to lighten both of them up with a wash of paint. And I've worked out what I'm going to paint on the front but I'll save that for another time. I thought they'd look more authentic if they had different logos on them, rather than doing the lavender one again.
This weeks flea market was a goodie! I bought this fabulous metal crate!
(I say fabulous, but I got some funny looks walking round town with it! Possibly because it was COVERED in congealed cobwebs and vegetation! I pulled off the big lumps before I dared take it into work with me at the charity shop, then washed it with the shower head in the bath which blocked the plughole THREE times it was so grim!)
I'm thinking bathroom shelving? We have the skankiest, most dysfunctional bathroom I've ever seen but we are hoping to rectify the situation this year.
My husband never even batted an eyelid at it's appearance in our home. I thought I might have to try and convince him of how great it is. He likes the painted crate so maybe this isn't too far for his imagination to stretch!
And speaking of eyelids... Bad Bobby is in the doghouse having woken me at FIVE a.m. by pressing his cold wet nose into my sleeping eyelid to say, ''Isn't it breakfast mummy?'' Then purring at top volume right by my ear so I can't go back to sleep. He really is a naughty boy. If I tell him off and push him away he will go straight into my six year olds room and wake her up. He knows damn well that if she's up, we're all up!
Bad Bobby is the more conventional looking cat below...
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| My handsome boy. |
So it's an early night for me tonight!
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