Almost as charming and enticing as a cake, here we have (part of) my ridiculous collection of junk taking over a recently acquired vintage glass cake stand. When I say junk, I mean broken bits and lost pieces. Nothing remotely is in order, and a lot of it has almost morphed together, I am one those people who regretfully lets chains get tangled up and take a lifetime to unravel.
I have always clung onto anything remotely nostalgic, purely because I can’t find it in my heart to part with it.
I think there’s something quite alluring about a box full of charms. I have always wondered what I could do with all of these bits and pieces.