Vintage Sunday

Hello chaps and chapesses!

Last Sunday I spent a jolly afternoon with my pal Alycia, wandering around the Vintage Village in Stockport.  Once a month, the market hall is filled with stalls selling all things vintage, from clothes and jewellery to books and brooches. 

We paid our very reasonable £1 entrance fee and got our hands stamped on the way in, like a twee nightclub.

When we walked in, I was overwhelmed.  There was just. So. Much. Stuff.  It was an Aladdin's cave of quirky vintage bits and bobs.  I felt like I was walking around with great big eyes, trying to take it all in and not miss anything.

 

I loved all the old-school dishes - I lost count of the number of times I found myself saying "Ooh my gran had one of these!"  or "I remember these from when I was a kid!"

The clothes and shoes were amazing, but I was more taken with the cute dishes and kitcheny stuff.   And the tea sets.  Ohhh the tea sets!  They were so twee and dainty and pretty. I'm now left with an overwhelming sense that I need a tea set in my life.  I don't know when I would use it, but that's not the point, is it?

I'll definitely be going back again.  After all, I'll need to start my collection of twee teacups.  Or tweecups, as I will call them.