A perfect day for a charity shop haul!
My Step Mum and I went off to Monmouth, a beautiful, historic market town where I can't help but go Robert Plant spotting, although, I'm lead to believe he doesn't live there any more. Can't help it! It's ever since a financially loaded family friend told me she had accidentally run over his foot with her pram once in Monmouth. I swear, even if the charity shops were rubbish, I'd still go on the off chance - and I wouldn't rule out taking a pram.
So we did the charity shop run and picked up some blinders. A complete sewing encyclopaedia - a must for all self taught seamstresses, a paper craft book with some really unusual and useful things in, another vintage tea towel (not come up with any ideas for what to do with it yet) but best of all, door curtain fabric.
I've been wanting to make a front door curtain for a while, but not knowing what fabric to choose, so I put it out there to fate, nature, God, the Gods, ethereal being, whatever you choose, for the fabric to come to me. And it did.
It matches my front door colour beautifully, fabulous quality, thick and heavy, fully lined and even came with curtain hooks still attached. On pouring over it in the shop, the sales lady told me that they had sacks of them as they had come from the local and VERY well to do golf club, so you can imagine the quality.
Golfers do not scrimp on curtains. Fact.
So, combine that with a gorgeous light lunch at a tiny independent bakery/eatery, the best soup and bakewell tart I've ever had, a massive heist on half price scrapbooking materials (I can't believe I've gone through everything I already had) and a jolly good day was had by all.