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For weeks now I've been taking photos of the shelves below our front windows - usually in the hazy sunshine of the late afternoon.
The shelves themselves aren't vintage, it's the contents that qualify!
Two beautiful books...
... a hand-made wooden horse...
and a (fledgling) collection of vintage Lourdes souvenirs. I'm collecting the pictures of the church, not of Our Lady, as I'm not Catholic myself and I find the scenes more to my taste. Lourdes is not far from us - and I love those sheep!
The shelves themselves aren't vintage, it's the contents that qualify!
Two beautiful books...
... a hand-made wooden horse...
and a (fledgling) collection of vintage Lourdes souvenirs. I'm collecting the pictures of the church, not of Our Lady, as I'm not Catholic myself and I find the scenes more to my taste. Lourdes is not far from us - and I love those sheep!
Of course, it's rare to find our shelves without a few little additions of the adolescent boy variety...
And over on the left, in fact all around the not-vintage speaker, is the pride of my current collection!
A 1920s tin with Basque dancers on it - aren't they great? They have some Breton cousins... (Elizabethd can correct me if I'm wrong)...
and some Normand ones too, if I'm right.
Finally, here are some stylish dancers from a region of France I don't recognise. Are they Provençal, perhaps? I bet some clever reader can enlighten me.
I bought these tins over the winter at the all-year Flea Market. The seller wasn't a dealer - I'd never have afforded them if she'd charged their market value. But I did pay her a good price for them.
The hazy sunshine on my shelves seems to be telling me I was right to splash out for once!
And over on the left, in fact all around the not-vintage speaker, is the pride of my current collection!
A 1920s tin with Basque dancers on it - aren't they great? They have some Breton cousins... (Elizabethd can correct me if I'm wrong)...
and some Normand ones too, if I'm right.
Finally, here are some stylish dancers from a region of France I don't recognise. Are they Provençal, perhaps? I bet some clever reader can enlighten me.
I bought these tins over the winter at the all-year Flea Market. The seller wasn't a dealer - I'd never have afforded them if she'd charged their market value. But I did pay her a good price for them.
The hazy sunshine on my shelves seems to be telling me I was right to splash out for once!
