Beautiful bargains

Lovely finds.

I’ve had some lovely finds lately – lots of pretty vintage gloves (for all the posh afternoon teas I may one day attend, of course!) and a lovely (vintage, but reprinted) book full of tips and tuition for the domestic goddess (I can always use a bit of extra knowledge in this department!) – I love the ‘Dressmaking at Home’ section, and look at that date – 1895!

My favourite find by far is a box full of love letters – over a hundred – written in the 1950’s, by a young man in the RAF, to his sweetheart. They begin from when they met as friends, and over the course of a year their story plays out through these letters. I’m sure there must have been another box, as the box is absolutely packed with them, but the story hadn’t ended – I wish I could read the rest!

Alongside the letters were some photographs, and also a medal from WWI. A bit of research showed me that the medal had belonged to the grandfather of the man who wrote the letters. What a lovely box of family history. Not my family, granted, but I love it nonetheless, and it always surprises me (and saddens me a little) when things like this turn up at car boot sales.

Missing Millie

It’s been three years now.

It alternates between feeling like it’s been forever, to feeling like it was only yesterday.

Both are horrible, empty feelings.

I miss you.

Thank you for being so wonderful. So strong, so brave.

Thank you for being an incredible Nain, full of wisdom and love.

Thank you for everything you showed me, taught me, instilled in me.

Thank you for being so warm, so happy, always ready with a hug.

Thank you for everything you did, for every one of us.

I love you x