Not much thrifting for me this week I'm afraid.
We've been working hell for leather to get the house decorated for Christmas - not decorated as in 'hang up a few baubles and holly' more the 'ripping wallpaper down, re-painting and sanding floors' kind of decorating.
Yesterday we grabbed a few hours off, and after the vile chicken I bought for Sunday dinner from the local supermarket the other week, we decided to drive to the next village and go to the posh supermarket in search of a poulet who hadn't been pumped full of water and goodness knows what else.
A quaint, Georgian market village, much like Midsomer without the crime rate, there was clearly a hullabaloo going on there as we arrived. The supermarket car park was full, and part of it had been sectioned off to accommodate a Christmas fete of some sort.
Every member of the population here seems to be in either the WI or the Lions, so there were plenty of mulled wine and home-baked cakes on offer. The scouts were roasting their nuts, and the Morris dancers jangling their bells.
Never to miss an opportunity to sniff out a bric-a-brac possibility, we ambled over, and sure enough there was a local charity stand selling all manner of wares.
Under the table I spotted a wooden bucket, which the stall-holder authoritatively told me was for putting my Christmas tree in. For 50p I couldn't refuse it.
I may beg to differ. It might well be planted up with spring bulbs and then hold host to some herbs in the summer. For now I'm deciding whether to paint it or leave it au naturel. What do you think?
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