It turns out precolumbian is a bit of an addled term that can mean a lot of things and an enormous range of dates. I would translate it as the time before Columbus came to America, which already gives quite a scope, but sometimes it's also applied to indigenous cultures that hadn't been conquered after Columbus arrived.
We could just call it 'real old American stuff' for simplicity. I had a nice time looking through the book and choosing my favourite pieces - which, it turned out, all had faces of some kind.
And now I think I might have found a little bit of Precolumbian of my own.And it's got a face.
Of course I can't be entirely sure that she is that old, but I feel optimistic. Isn't she a ruddy beauty, so demure and thoughtful. She can sit with my other black pot that I love (this one).It's all coming together nice.
A splendid biscuit barrel . . .
With a splendid lid to match.
A mirrored picture frame, in really nice thick glass with a pattern that I adore.
An assortment of ribbons and trim, I like the wiggly one especially.
A selection of embroidery transfers. I like that the lily one has a little red logo - if you squint your eyes it could almost be a japanese print, the logo could be it's little red makers mark.
Hand painted cloth from the fifties (also my grubby little toes) I live in those shoes - I splashed out forty quid on them when I was a student, seemed a lot of money at the time but I've been wearing them for five years.
And what's this? There's a beetle on my desk.
Oh no, wait, it's actually a Beatle. Good eh? A tiny locket with the whole band inside. I always forget that the name the 'Beatles' is actually a pun because I'm so used to it. Is 'Ian Jury' a pun too? Can you think of others?
This plate is a cautionary tale - If you're too charitable cherubs will take advantage of you, and potentially touch you up. Gosh. What a beautiful saucer though.
Tiny beers.
This cup is a bit rubbish but I love the mark on the bottom - very Shrigley-ish.
I also got a new bit of display for the stall! Rather puts you 
A nice lantern slide of a boat with sails and an engine, how very Victorian.
Some fine leather gloves for your wedding.
And a cassock, I love the line a cassock takes, with the high dart on the back and cut narrow across the shoulders. This one also has a pocket in the back - maybe to encourage grotty little choir boys to stand properly.
A lovely yellow jacket with a scalloped front.
Pencils, unused apart from the black, with a splendid label.
A butter mould, for moulding butter.
Some little carriages, silly really but I always gravitate towards the colours of plastic toys.
A fine bottle, blown into a mould I guess - that's the cork inside.
And this one is also blown but just free, it's got a lovely quality to it.
A fetching cardigan.
A dress in two pieces: shorter inner with gentle spots and a longer outer with subtle stripes.
Yes, very good.
And last but by no means least, a chandelier. I never thought myself the chandelier type but I like this one, it's like an acorn . . . a big spangly acorn.
That's all, off to market tomorrow. Wish me luck.
Then I came home and moved into a new house with Rosalie. We had to carry all our stuff up eight flights of stairs and at the end of the day we ate a big meal.
Somehow the presence of a dog makes it easier for me to imagine the everyday life of the people in the photos. 
Maybe this guy was a complete pain in the bum. He looks it. What do you think?
A very wonky little pewter dish.
A lead dog.
Some lovely webbing, that I might use to fix a lovely chair we bought in 
I bought this lndian man, he's carrying a pig. It's not always easy buying stuff from other countries because it's really hard to date them accurately, but I felt like this chap had some age to him. I'll take him to Spitalfields tomorrow and ask Harvey.
A nice bit of studio pottery. (I posted some of my pottery triumphs on the 
A printed scarf.
A saucy finial.
A painted trinket box.
A kit bag with some rubbish darning on it that I like.
A salt-glaze jug, what a brilliant shape.
Travel slippers, from Harrods: the real deal. They come in a soft leather purse.
And I bought myself a jacket . . . also in an ethnic style. See how I model it with ease and panache in front of some plug sockets.
