Two markets this week.

So I'll be doing two lots of buying - here's the first haul.
A head dress for a wedding made of lots of wax flowers . . .

Here is George wearing it, it would also suit a female.

This year is a leap year so ladies can propose to men, according to tradition. If you're not brave enough though there are always other options . . . follow my chum's example - for about a year every time her boyfriend knelt down, to tie his shoe or some such, she'd say OH MY WORD! ARE YOU GOING TO PROPOSE!? . . . until he finally took the hint popped the ask. They're happily married to this day.

If you are planning on succumbing to that marriage lark pop down to Spits tomorrow for this ceramic cherub on a ceramic ladder - to climb between the tiers on your cake of course. It's from 1946 - I know because it had the date of the marriage it was used at on the box. And I know it went on the cake because it still had the original icing caked on it. I'm always curious about how things were in the past so I had to stop myself from licking it before I washed it. Now we'll never know what icing was like in the forties.

A pair of wild beast on an Anchovy Paste lid. And this little tub of very old pewter charms.

Mmmm . . .

Little beauties.



Which I think would be perfect on some knotted string. I'll take this bugle.

Some London toot . . .

Etchings and a card game

And a necklace that certainly ain't from these ends. Indian with a fish design to make any outfit instantly fancy.

 That's all, happy spring time. If you're at a loose end this evening you could watch this nice video.
And if you thought your dance moves were at the cutting edge of avant garde, contemporary nowness let this prove you wrong.