My husband's best friend found out I was writing a blog and bought me this gift! How sweet! I love a book with tatty edges, I wonder how many people have read it before me?!
Say hello to my baby Bea, she is the actual baby of my other baby Binky. She loves playing havoc with all of my breakables. She enjoyed having a good sniff at these cute Camden Market finds! Just what every good cat lady needs!
Enjoying a lovely little afternoon break from lesson planning by looking through some old photos.
Whilst reading a personal account of the lives of my grandparents.
I bought these books as gifts for them a few years ago. They have finally completed and passed them back to me. These books are available on Amazon and are a really lovely idea. It gives your loved ones the opportunity to tell you things about them that you could have never imagined.
One story from my Nanny's book, tells of how as a child she used to sell firewood with her best friend. But she had to keep it a secret from my Great Grandmother, as the friend was of gypsy origin and my Great Grandmother disapproved!
I think I might get one for everybody!
Let me introduce you to a little French acrobat, Monsieur Moustache ...
My uncle returned from the South of France with him, one summer, when I was a little girl.
Initially, I found him a little scary and I didn't like him much. But over time I've grown to appreciate his stern expression and whimsical ways. How could you not love a grumpy man jumping about in retro swimwear?!
Postman's Park is a memorial to people in London, who have died in the pursuit of saving the lives of others.
The memorials are a tribute to a select few, ranging from the Victorian period to the modern day. The experience is very humbling and little Henry will melt your heart. R.I.P.
I orginally came across the park on a first date and despite how amazing it is, it's probably more second or third date material ;)
This tin belonged to my Grandfather, George.
I never knew George, he died before I was born. Despite this, he has been an important part of life. The impact that he had on my own father was immense and I was always told how proud he would have been of me.
Much like the man on the tin, I have been told that he was a gentleman. I also know that he was passionate about his occupation as a pilot in the RAF.
Most of the trinkets and momentos that my family have held onto surround his career in aviation; medals, flight log books, dog tags. But for me, it's the little black and white photos of him with his pals, that give me a real insight. Always a whisky in hand and a sideways smile with a very evident twinkle in his eye.
I have a sneaky suspicion that he was a real charmer. I wish I could have met him. But I'm so glad I have this little tin.
I find it interesting to see how old, unwanted and often broken objects can, be given a new lease of life when reimagined by a new owner.
The Ruins Bars in Budapest, Hungary, is a place where you can see this philosophy in action. Everything has been found and given a new sense of purpose. The bar is a truly spectacular, piece of art.
