My weakness is shopping. Actually, not just shopping. My weakness is shopping, thrifting, collecting….I can’t drive past a car boot sale without dropping in, I can’t visit a new town without thrifting through the charity shops, I can’t ignore a sign saying “Garage Sale”..to be honest I can’t even drive past a skip without meer-catting my neck up to see if there’s any bounty inside.
So maybe I should share with you my weakness..in fact here is last week’s weakness.
Last weeks wonder was actually a gift from my mother in law (she works in a charity shop…wow..yes a vintage traders dream!). A vintage ceramic Masons mixing bowl.
Now we do have a lot of these, both in our stock room and in the kitchen cupboards. But this one is pristine. Yes, she has cleaned it within an inch of its life, but amazingly it has no crackles, chips, scratches..its IMMACULATE!
We have sold quite a lot recently. At Twinwood Festival we set a quarter of our pitch up as a vintage kitchen (alongside a lounge, a boudoir and a picnic area). Our 1950s blue kitchen table sat at the front with all the vintage baking stock on. Everyone loved it, buying most of it all!
My son, Herbie, 3 and a half, joined me on Saturday evening on the sofa in the “adults” lounge (his words). I was wrapped up under a knitted throw watching Celebrity Masterchef. Herbie was in awe of the cooking…getting upset when the Scottish lady lost, loving the man from Hollyoaks (mummy’s’ Favourite Programme..according to him).
The next day he again asked to watch mummy’s cooking programme. I said it may not be on but we would see. A repeat of the Great British Bake Off was on….he was all excited to watch cakes and biscuits being made, in mixing bowls like mummy’s.
I left him for a full 20 minutes (amazing for a boy with a short attention span!) and went to cook the lunch. After the time had passed he came in crying his eyes out.
” Whats wrong Herbie?” I said, worried.
“Mummy! All that baking……has given me a headache!”
He doesn’t want to be a chef anymore