The Hoarder of all Hoarders
Let me tell you, when I used to have clearouts in my teens, she would secretly go through all the bags and take things out. This really annoyed me at the time, as I grew frustrated by the fact that I couldn’t get rid of anything without her seeing.
Well this day may just have been the day we both needed. She dug out a box full of my old stuff (stuff I thought was long gone).
And I have to confess: It was actually nice to be re-united with a few of those treasures I had long forgotten about.
First this jewellery box. This was my first ‘proper’ jewellery box, I got when I was around 13, typically girly and I have fond memories of using this to store my many possessions.
I think I may have outgrown the funky print now, but I do adore those heart shaped handles and may well give this a make-over. I’m thinking shabby chic, what do you think?
Another jewellery box, of a smaller size, again I remember this one too, o so well! I always thought this to be quite decadent and just loved the lace trim.
This Fairy was from a shop called Past Times, I bought this one with my pocket money to replace one that had previously broken. Well I don’t know why but I never really grew as attached to this one as much. It’s a Ballerina fairy and to be quite frankly honest, I never did cut it at ballet.
I think this ornament I can appreciate in a different way, now I am older.
And finally this mystery item...
I instantly was smitten with this wicker tailors dummy. I found this stuffed in a bag full of discarded bits and pieces. Turns out she bought this for me but completely forgot about it, alas me never receiving it! Better late than never right?
I guess what I fundamentally have realised today is that I have most definitely have inherited the hoarding gene. I do very much so love my Mum x