I'm partway through a blink-and-you'll-miss-it visit to see my dad for a family celebration. It's made me think a little about the idea of 'home', and what it means to me, because it's been a bit of a running theme this week in many ways. We've spent a little time in the place we've called home for the last few years, the first place we've ever really thought of as 'ours' (although the bank own much more of it than we do, believe me), our very first family home. We've also spent a lot of time ripping out walls, and carpets, and making big plans in our soon-to-be-home. We've explored the land and the surrounding countryside, and let our imaginations run away with us, in that way you do before you start thinking about practicalities and rapidly depleting bank accounts.
And now here I am, sitting in the house I called home for the first nineteen years of my life, and even though I haven't lived here in a decade, it's still home, and it always will be. It's really odd to think that the boy will probably one day feel the same way about the home we're working so hard to create right now. He'll leave one day, but when he comes back he'll feel as if he never left. There's just something about the family home you grow up in, like a part of you never really leaves.
My family live a few hundred miles away from me, so they really notice how much the boy has grown whenever we visit, and in a weird way I think it only really becomes apparent to me when it's pointed out by other people. My dad and his partner care for a nearly eight month old girl, and when I look at her it feels like only five minutes have passed since Arthur was at a similar stage, and yet there he is, trundling around the park in his first pair of wellies, chatting to everyone who passes by. He's not a baby anymore, he's a boy.
I didn't pick just one vintage item of the week, but several! It feels like Autumn is most definitely in the air at the moment, so it's time to start thinking about warming up those wardrobes (although my fingers are crossed for an Indian summer). Luckily, the Lori and the Caravan shop is well prepared for the change in season. Take a peek at my new items for sale!
This amazing 1960's dress, approx. age 2-3 years, is available for just £12.
I'm not going to take up much more of your time - it's the bank holiday weekend after all, and I'm sure you've all got better things to do. Stay tuned this week for more vintage loveliness!