Bank Holiday Business

When you're a vegetarian, self-employed atheist without a single sweet tooth in your head then the  Easter bank holiday weekend is little more than a minor inconvenience. I'm not interested in roast dinners & chocolate eggs, B&Q (the DIY chain) is shut and there's sod all on the telly.

As a seller, weekends mean vintage fairs regardless of the date. I gave my Ossie Clark an outing to Bridgnorth on Saturday and bumped into the stylish original owner. She told me that she'd only ever worn my maxi once, for a dinner whilst on holiday in Sorrento.

Despite there being over 800 customers through the door I had just enough time to swoop on this groovy cape sleeve 1970s blouse from my friend Beccy's stall.

The rest of the weekend has been spent doing housework, rearranging stuff and clearing out cupboards - uncharacteristic but for good reason.

I got chatting to a freelance interiors journalist in Stockport last weekend. She's interested in featuring our house in a magazine. At the moment the public have an insatiable interest in quirky, colourful homes created on a rock-bottom budget.

That'll be us, then!


A foray into the cloakroom of doom led to the rediscovery of this - a 1969 portable Sony TV which was in Jon's grandparents' caravan when he was little. Its still in perfect working order, maybe it'll make the crap on the TV a little more interesting.


Who needs the hassle of bank holiday car boot madness - all screaming kids, greasy beefburgers and traffic chaos - when you can find stuff in your house for free?

1970s blouse (Twist & Pout Vintage) worn with satin paisley maxi (courtesy of Helga), silver velvet platform boots and loads of bastard jewellery.

I'm an unabashed bank holiday hater and proud of it.

Linking to Patti & the gang over at Visible Monday.