We haven’t dared – or got around – to tackling my granny’s vast, vast collection of buttons and dressmaking items in any depth as yet: there’s carrier bags-full of zips…
My collection of much-used, decades-old black-handled Scandi-style cutlery is a bit of a mis-match, with many of the handles scuffed and sorry, and it comprises knives, forks and spoons from…
Clearing out the wardrobe in the front bedroom of my grandparents’ house, I put aside a bagful of cloth-covered and padded clothes-hangers. I don’t think my granny made any of…
You didn’t think I’d get away from clearing out my granny’s house without some crockery, did you? I managed to limit my takings to a few tiny oddments & directed…
Having held on for her 100th birthday – and having lived to see one of her long-held dreams, which was the return of Brighton & Hove Albion to top-league football…
…as Muswell Hill was called, apparently, by our friend G & his mates in the ’70s, as in “going up Muzzer”… I’ve been going ‘up Muzzer’ quite a bit, since…
The glazed clay mini-bowls my mother gave me earlier in the year [bottom of that post] didn’t last very long – perils of a very hot kitchen tap plus a…
Latest additions to the ever-growing soft furnishing collection: the maroon velvet cushions and a lovely bright electric blue one, again made by my mother from oddments of velvet found in…
Speaking of candles, I’ve gained a set of three stainless steel candlesticks (also from my mother’s clearing-out efforts). Oh, and another of these green glass Danish tea light holders to…
Yes, more candles, as my mother continue to empty various cupboards, sideboards and long-ignored drawers. This is, apparently, the Green Collection, supplementing this lot and bags of blue-ish and peachy-orange…
