Between the showers...
Having spent the morning clearing out the car after yesterday's car boot sale, taking what I did not manage to sell down to the charity shop, I felt it was time to relax in the garden for a few minutes. Sticking with the recycling theme from yesterday's and this morning's activities, I used some of my bargain finds from a "brocante" in Bath a few weeks ago. The French-inspired vintage market only had seven (!) stalls, most of which were a non-starter for my wallet, but one splendid gentleman clearly wanted to get rid of his things, and offered "oh-my-word-that-is-so-cheap-I-can't-resist" items that not only boasted a tastefully modest price tag, but also had - in my eyes - a certain "je ne sais quoi"...
From the French 'brocante': the two hanging lanterns and the old jelly mould (here acting as fruit basket).
The tray is an old peach crate, and I love how both its age and the tre-digit company phone number have been stamped into the wood, almost "engraved", on the side. The green linen fabric is an old curtain that used to hang in my kitchen in Sweden, and the belt was rejected by the man in the house when they came with his new trousers. A little too new and smart-looking for my taste perhaps, but I thought I would try an idea I had got from Susanne with the wonderful blog "Me and Alice". She used what looks like a softer,well-worn leather belt on a cushion in a neutral colour, and I think that works better than my efforts here. But how boring life would be if I did not experiment a little...?
As I am writing this, it is raining again. Like it did last night... and the day before... and supposedly tomorrow...and for days to come. The old Swedish saying "It is good for the potatoes" seems a little tired and over-used now, and I long for my bad hair days and pale face days to be replaced by sun-caressed, soul-warming summer days. Come on, clouds, surely you have better things to do than hover here?
Oh, dear. A not so bloggable part of our garden, in full view here. The lawn in bad need of a little TLC (= Tender Love and Care), the fence which is no longer so "charming" in its shabby raggedness, the cable running along it to provide electricity for the workshop further down the garden. Ah, well, there you have it. A little dose of Swenglish reality.
Wishing you sun-caressed days, wherever you are!
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