Elizabeth: “I moved house last weekend and will be probably be without internet for a bit. So whilst I am knee-deep in cardboard boxes and frantically searching for the box containing the kettle I have some very lovely Guest Bloggers looking after Rosalilium. Please make them feel at home and share the love. See you on the flipside!”
Confessions of a Thrift-aholic
Back in 2010, I came across a new blog – one written by a well-travelled gal, with gorgeous hair, and a penchant for car boot sales and charity shop hunting that matched (if not outdid) my own.
As she began posting her thrifty finds, I was hooked – both impressed and seriously jealous of her hauls. And when she started her lovely shop, Three Jelly Moulds & a Wardrobe… well, I couldn’t have been more proud.
So I’m delighted and rather honoured to be doing a guest post for the lovely Elizabeth… In her honour, here’s a pic of my favourite jelly moulds – and may your new home always be filled with lots of treasures.
So as to my own car boot confessions?
Where did it all start?
How did I become a thrift-aholic?
As a kid, I had the most amazing, stupendous, huge collection… of, um, badges. Yes, you heard me. I was THAT kid. Unfortunately (or fortunately perhaps) there’s no photographic evidence of my collection, which ranged from teeny tiny badges to ones as big as my face.
And what did I do with them? Wore them with pride at every occasion? Did I heck. I pinned them to a huge cork pinboard and admired them. Yup, I was that cool.
Fast-forward some years and after living in LA for a short while, I came home with a few vintage tees and a new love of thrift. Admittedly Scottish charity shops didn’t quite hold the same appeal as the sun drenched second hand shops but I persevered regardless.
My first charity shop loves were vintage Art Deco mirrors. I now have so many that I can’t even remember which one came first. Then came Babycham glasses (I have about 20) and vintage clutch bags (I have about 40).
Then something happened that changed the way I thrifted forever. (Not to be too dramatic or anything!) We bought a flat.
More specifically, we bought a flat that was missing windows, had no heating, no kitchen, no modern plugs and the most modern thing in it was illegal by the 70s.
Like the crazy people we are, we then moved in.
We left everything behind in our old flat… so we were starting again. With pretty much no money.
So freecycle, charity shops and eventually car boot sales became my new Habitat and Ikea. It may have been born out of necessity but the sheer wonder of taking an old run down thing and reworking it became a new passion of mine.
Our cowboy print charity started life as a ‘naughty chair’. When we picked it up, the little girl who’s naughty chair it had been was dancing with glee.
Our kitchen chairs are old church chairs. My 50s dressing table another freebie. My favourite sideboard a hand-down.
And then another strange thing happened… once you have some lovely, unique things, each with their own stories and history, well it doesn’t feel right to pair them with generic stuff.
I now am the happy owner of a rather lovely flat, filled with vintage and curiosities that make me smile every day. So I should really stop thrifting now…
In my Dad’s speech at my wedding, he describes me as a little girl, huge smile on my face, bringing him a pretty flower I’d found. He said I’ve never lost my love of searching out ‘pretty things’ and he’s right. So maybe I’ll never lose my love of thrifting either. I hope not.