Saturday saw the first jumble sale I've been to in ages. It didn't disappoint, we arrived a full half hour early and even then there were seasoned jumblers there already, firmly rooted to their spot at the head of the queue.
The helpers were busy beavering away inside and at 5 to they dramatically swished back the curtains of the village haul to give us a tantalising glimpse of what was in store - and to presumably make us feel our 20p entrance fee would be money well spent.
There were heaps of handbags and enough hats to see you through decades of weddings precariously piled up on the window sills. The trestle tables were groaning under the weight of bedding and books.
These church people know how to lay on a good jumble.
The inevitable stampede ensued at bang on 2 o'clock as we herded through the doors, shopping bags at the ready and a pocketful of loose change. I know how to have fun.
Normally, I have a well versed plan of attack for jumbles but for some reason, this time I was distracted. I veered off course and was sucked in by the toy stall with it's box of Action Men. I don't know why.
I thought that maybe I'd pop them on eBay, and there was a nice box full, along with various spare limbs, boots and helmets. Sadly, my own Eagle-Eyes spotted them as soon as I got home and exclaimed gleefully "Ooooooh when my Barbies see these they're gonna be like 'ooooh BOYS'!!"
What have I raised? So not only will these never get to see the light of day on eBay, but I've now introduced a whole new dynamic to the playroom and brought toy GUNS into the house. Fail, fail, fail.
The Action Man detour wasn't a good one all round. It meant I couldn't get near the bric-a-brac stall, and had to hang back forlornly as more focused individuals extricated themselves from the throng clutching vintage opera glasses; an antique typewriter; pretty china and all manner of goodies.
I moped around for a while, picked up a few bits of clothing which will be useful for making bunting and patchwork, and got to do a final swoop of the dregs after it had all been ransacked.
On another day I may not have looked twice at this box. But I decided to buy it, being seduced by the pretty colours and crafting possibilities.
Yes. It's a box of tiny coloured Christmas tree light bulbs. No I don't know if they work. But actually it doesn't matter, because I have a cunning plan...
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