Vintage or just plain old second hand?

I’m pleased to report that I have not attended any further “baby Christmas parties” since my ordeal last Friday. Now firmly back on a festive footing I have wrapped nearly all my Christmas pressies, sent all but one of my Christmas cards and decorated the house, all bar the tree – which is tonight’s job when my husband Guy gets home.

All very organised I think you’ll agree.

With a little time (not a huge amount, mind!) on my hands I am now thinking forwards to my next creative venture and having looked around Somerton‘s vintage market on Saturday I have a few ideas up my sleeve. I’m afraid to say I didn’t make any purchases at the market – and at the risk of sounding like a right cheapskate, it’s because I found the prices of fabric and a lot of the merchandise a little unrealistic. For example an Enid Blyton Noddy book, hardly bigger than a box of matches would have set me back a tenner, and a small square of “vintage fabric” would have set me back £35.

The vintage market attracted quite a crowd

Bearing in mind I then managed to find two Enid Blyton books in a charity shop for £2.95 the pair (The Enchanted Wood, and The Adventures of Binkle and Flip, whoever they are….) and this beautiful piece of fabric which set me back 30p from a closing down haberdashery, I think sometimes the word vintage is just an excuse to add a few more figures to the price tag. Now I’m all for finding a bargain at a car boot or charity shop – before the prices get marked right up. Yesterday I managed to find a baby Santa outfit (don’t judge me) for £2. Pictures of Ethan Christmas to follow in the next post along with some Christmas tree joy!

30p fabric

Although some items were clearly overpriced, there were some lovely things at the market and some pretty handmade toys, clothes and jewellery, if you’re not inclined to make your own.

It also provided the excuse to go out for lunch, although I was not entirely delighted at the fact Ethan kicked off just as I reached the halfway point of devouring a goats cheese panini, and Guy took him home – leaving me a bit Billy-no-mates in a coffee shop on my own! Whilst trying to appear busy and important during this time I browsed through one of our local rags, the Blackmore Vale, only to come across this amazing job for a knitter – now that’s a way to make a living. I only need a little more practice!

I was really hoping to get along to last night’s knitting group as I had such a great time last week, but Guy got stuck in London due to terrible train delays and I was stuck in the house knitting by myself…… hope this doesn’t become a habit…….