Category Archives: Chairs

A rainy Saturday in Wales (and a bit of England).

Source: tpoulsen.blogspot.com via Tina on Pinterest

Tom’s MIA this week while he visits his dad over in France, so I found myself at a bit of a lose end this weekend.

Ages ago my mum had read about a flea market held every so often in the UWE in Bristol, and by chance it looked like the latest event was due to take place on Saturday. Result! Off I popped down the M4 after work on Friday to spend the weekend rummaging for curios. Or so I thought…

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Have a seat.

Like our new stool? It was a present from my mum, bought in her favourite house clearance shop in Newport.

It’s very ‘60s, with a beige coloured velvet top drawn into the middle with a button. We’ll get the seat re-covered at some point, but one day, when we’re seasoned entertainers in our grown-up house, it’s the kind of stool that will be brilliant for overflow parking (of bottoms).

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Red wine, stilton, boredom and eBay.

It was last Christmas that I made one of the most stressful eBay purchases of my life.  How on earth can an eBay purchase be stressful? Well let me take a moment to explain…

December. The 29th to be precise.  That languid period between Christmas Day and New Year’s Eve when we drift round in a red wine and stilton haze, and no-one really knows what day of the week it is.

I was bored, probably. And sat with my iPad, I strayed in the direction of eBay.

Now, one thing you should know about me is that I’ve got a bit of a wannabe chair habit. It’s a wannabe habit because there’s no way I could stash away all the chairs I’ve ever come across that I wanted to buy, so I actually own very few.

A set of six pretty plates can sit quietly at the back of a cupboard, but a set of six chairs? Well, they require a substantially bigger cupboard – or at least a dining room, neither of which I really have in my one and a half bedroom, half a kitchen flat (sad face).

Anyway, if nothing else, what that Christmas taught me is that red wine, stilton, boredom and eBay collectively do nothing to make any of that logic stick.

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