Yikes, what a week. I spent the first half of it cramming like mad for a test at work (I passed, hurrah!) and the second half preparing for my first vintage fair. I wasn't expecting to enjoy it as much as I did (not that I was expecting to hate it), but it was really nice to be able to speak to people about my vintage passion, and see all the pieces I've collected displayed together for the first time. I love my little shop, but it's really only a tiny selection of what I've managed to amass. With it all together, every decade from the 1890's to the 1990's represented, I must admit I felt a wee bit proud.
In other news ... I can't really remember what else happened this week. All I seemed to do was work (oh, and sneak out one evening to drink wine). I added some new finds to the shop ... and they've pretty much all sold (hooray!) - stay tuned for even more vintage delights tomorrow! These 1960's patterned trousers, age 3-4, are still available at £12. The pictures don't do them justice.
Working for me means music, and lot's of it (or The Archers - what the heck has happened to me?) Inspired by their Glastonbury performance I rediscovered an album I absolutely adore - Funeral, by Arcade Fire. If you are one of the five people left on the planet who've never heard it - do it. It'll change your life. Maybe.
Arcade Fire are one of those bands that I thought would become a favourite - a soundtrack to just being me - and yet, I've never really listened to anything else they've put out (see also, The Strokes). Amazing first albums, they're a tough act to follow.
And as for next week ... I'm going on holiday! Without the baby! The thought of leaving him for three days makes me want to cry! But still, holiday! It will be lovely. I will have a lovely time. The house-sitter will not burn the house down. The boy won't even notice I've gone anywhere. That's how much he loves being at Grandma's.
I'll leave you with this, a picture of the roofless, toothless Caravan. It's going to look so great.