Good things come in a bag. Think of sweets; think of Santa’s sack; think of crisps. (Except, that is, for the crisps my Nanna once offered me, which were in a paper bag that emerged afterĀ having spent some considerable time … Continue reading
Tag Archives: rummaging
button tin treasures
It’s funny, the things that aren’t buttons, but thatĀ neverthelessĀ end up in button tins. I had cause to rummage through a couple of my button tins and jars yesterday, looking for heart-shaped buttons for cat noses. Other than buttons, this is … Continue reading
not feeling it
Last night I just wasn’t feeling it. Perhaps I hadn’t quite fully recovered from last weekend’s disappointing stall. I certainly had a cold. My nose was streaming, my head felt fuzzy and my instinct was telling me that I should … Continue reading
reciprocal rummaging
It’s very handy having a friend who is an even more enthusiastic – and talented – vintage rummager than I am. Once again I was running out of eyes. It’s because making owls uses twice as many buttons as making … Continue reading
something for the weekend
As you may know, I have a bit of a thing for vintage. I do love a good rummage, me. So I wanted to visit this rather spiffy-sounding event the last time it came to Nottingham. But life got in … Continue reading
rummage results
I may have mentioned that when we visited Lyme Regis on our way home from Dorset last week, my favourite shop for a good rummage was, unfortunately, closed. There are other good rummaging venues in Lyme Regis, however.Ā And I am … Continue reading