Earlier today I visited an 'antiques emporium'. I was just accompanying a friend and wasn't there to buy anything, just to look around, while she picked something up. Furtling around in baskets and boxes of bric a brac and odds and sods, can be a calming and pleasing experience.
Lots of the furniture and lighting on sale there was reproduction, but there was enough old stuff to keep me happy. Although, I did get fed up of mentally thinking 'crikey, I've got one of those in the garage/why did I flog that at the car boot sale so cheaply/this is charity shop stock that would be easy to amass/charging how much for this?'
I am now resolved to fling open the garage doors in the spring and have a good clear out......I have a lot of old tat and someone must want it.
Later in the day we spent just under 3 hrs sat in the dark, mostly crying. No, not some sort of new age 'lighten the load of your soul with caring sharing and meditation' activity...........we went to the pictures and saw 'Les Miserables'. It was fabulous, and we enjoyed it immensely. I shall be humming happily for days.