VINTAGED

I don’t know if someone is trying to wind us up. But, given previous rants on stupid new made up words – such as upcycled, recrafted etc. – and also my meltdown on the mis-use of the word ‘vintage, I noticed a small advert in a local glossy magazine for some new plant pots. They were described as ‘vintaged rose plant pots’!

I hope this doesn’t mean we’re going to have an outbreak of more made up words like revintaged and upvintaged.

p.s. just liked this picture of Homer, whom we sat next to for a rest on a recent buying trip!

OLIVE THE WORKSHOP DOG

It always amazes me how Olive (the workshop Labrador) seems to know who has just entered the workshop without seeing them. She is particularly good at knowing the difference between the ‘I’ve come to read the meter’ opening door and the ‘just popping in to see what you’ve got at the workshop’ opening door.

She was very good at spotting the ‘dodgy geezer trying to sell me dodgy CDs’ opening door sound. In fact, it was more a case of opening door sound, charge, woof woof, growl, sound of door closing. Me going to see what the fuss was. Sound of me telling dodgy geezer to go away. Sound of patting Olive on the head – ‘Good girl’.

When she gets older I may bring her to the shop and train her to tell the difference between the ‘I’m going to buy something’ shop bell and the ‘I’m going to prod everything and say I could get it cheaper at the car bootie’ shop bell.

Woof!

TURBO TROUBLES

Last week the turbo on our little van packed up. The garage loaned us a transit van while they repaired it. In an attempt to offset the impending garage bill, we decided that perhaps we should fill the transit with furniture and try and sell it at an Antiques fair (which, by huge freak of nature, was on at the same time and we’d already decided to go).

So, on Monday morning we find ourselves, after a 3am start, attempting to sell stuff to the trade. I seem to remember bemoaning the fact that when we are out buying, we are often outbid by the Japanese shippers. Well, having sold a load of gear to them and being paid in nice, new, crisp £50 notes, I can see the attraction of chasing that particular market!

Of course, having received a large amount of cash early on, Kathryn and myself took the dubious business decision to go and blow it on some lovely stuff for the shop. So, coming to the shop very soon; loads of old tobacco tins, loads of old kilner jars, clockmakers cabinets, enamel signs, metal planters and, of course, more cupboards, tables, chairs and other lovely things.