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Everything is secondhand, except for the butterdish and knife - which was made in a local potters/school - and the silicone chopping boards, which were so bloody cute and i thought good for Oisin to chop stuff on. Also great for rolling pastry.
I really want to get this study room licked you know, especially while Peter is gone. It's a bit depressing you know because i had it cleaned when i got home and now it's a wreck again... Just stuff. Peter's right - we're both hoarders, but i keep thinking, i can't throw this out, it'll come in useful one day. I can use this for something...the thing is that if you are that way inclined, you childn't go out and buy things right...quite right. But i go to Heidi's shop and there's something else there that looks so bloody lovely. Like this butter dish. I had to have it. A gorgeous butterdish. Of course i don't need a butterdish. I have a million sideplates which would do the same job. Not to mention a number of hot ex-dessert things which you can get from Tescos that taste like shite but you buy cos it has a nice container. Anyway, they could have served as adequate butterdishes. But no, i had to get one. And i got a wooder butterknife too. Have you ever heard of anything so indulgent. A wooden butterknife. What am i like? And now since i've gone on and on about the butterdish, i guess i should go take a picture of it, right? And then lately i've been mesmerised by old fashioned plates in charity shops. You see the result of a few monrings labours here. The placemats are actually chopping mats made of silicone which are suopposed to be for various kinds of things...meat, fish, vegetables, chicken. They looked so cute and were ideal for Oisin chopping stuff, so of course i had to get them. And speaking of charity shops, the other afternoon i went into the Cancer Research shop and hoked about there. And low and behold, i unearthed this gorgeous Geoffrey Beane skirt for £3!!! Geoffrey Beane. It is made of silk, has two kinds of polka dots and floats about me like a pretty floaty thing. Anyhow, as i said to Peter, everything i buy either comes from a local shop or is from a charity shop. And if it's from Tescos there's a pretty good reason why it's from Tescos. Usually it's because we can't get it elsewhere - like Frubes - or because it's an emergency. I find shopping at Tescos now quite a meaningless experience. It was pretty meaningless previously, but it's a bit more meaningless now. And i never ever think of buying meat from it. I'd rather eat no meat than buy any meant at all from it - the most recent thing i got was this leg of hot gammon - and it was pretty disgusting. The hairs of the pig were still on it, and while i don't mind the hairs if it's on Alan's pigs, these anonymous pig's hairs did creep me out.
Normal setting...
Candlelight setting...
Everything is secondhand, except for the butterdish and knife - which was made in a local potters/school - and the silicone chopping boards, which were so bloody cute and i thought good for Oisin to chop stuff on. Also great for rolling pastry.
I really want to get this study room licked you know, especially while Peter is gone. It's a bit depressing you know because i had it cleaned when i got home and now it's a wreck again... Just stuff. Peter's right - we're both hoarders, but i keep thinking, i can't throw this out, it'll come in useful one day. I can use this for something...the thing is that if you are that way inclined, you childn't go out and buy things right...quite right. But i go to Heidi's shop and there's something else there that looks so bloody lovely. Like this butter dish. I had to have it. A gorgeous butterdish. Of course i don't need a butterdish. I have a million sideplates which would do the same job. Not to mention a number of hot ex-dessert things which you can get from Tescos that taste like shite but you buy cos it has a nice container. Anyway, they could have served as adequate butterdishes. But no, i had to get one. And i got a wooder butterknife too. Have you ever heard of anything so indulgent. A wooden butterknife. What am i like? And now since i've gone on and on about the butterdish, i guess i should go take a picture of it, right? And then lately i've been mesmerised by old fashioned plates in charity shops. You see the result of a few monrings labours here. The placemats are actually chopping mats made of silicone which are suopposed to be for various kinds of things...meat, fish, vegetables, chicken. They looked so cute and were ideal for Oisin chopping stuff, so of course i had to get them. And speaking of charity shops, the other afternoon i went into the Cancer Research shop and hoked about there. And low and behold, i unearthed this gorgeous Geoffrey Beane skirt for £3!!! Geoffrey Beane. It is made of silk, has two kinds of polka dots and floats about me like a pretty floaty thing. Anyhow, as i said to Peter, everything i buy either comes from a local shop or is from a charity shop. And if it's from Tescos there's a pretty good reason why it's from Tescos. Usually it's because we can't get it elsewhere - like Frubes - or because it's an emergency. I find shopping at Tescos now quite a meaningless experience. It was pretty meaningless previously, but it's a bit more meaningless now. And i never ever think of buying meat from it. I'd rather eat no meat than buy any meant at all from it - the most recent thing i got was this leg of hot gammon - and it was pretty disgusting. The hairs of the pig were still on it, and while i don't mind the hairs if it's on Alan's pigs, these anonymous pig's hairs did creep me out.
