Would you let me see beneath your beautiful?
The Hound came too, on account of me having him left him behind when i went to London at the weekend, and i felt guilty doing it again. He spent much of the day trying to goad various bits of taxidermy and china lions into playing with him, so that was nice.
The fair is at the show ground, full of all the things you never knew you needed, and a few that you did. There are plenty of stands selling farrow and ball (esque) painted furniture on sisal flooring, accessorised with some white geraniums in a rusty bucket, but the weird shit makes for better photographs.
If you need a sledge, this is the place to go, everybody was selling sledges, everybody. Have All Saints done a sledge window? Do you remember when they took over the lovely antique centre at the bottom end of Portobello, and filled the window with Singer sewing machines? and all the people wanted them, and the market price of a Singer sewing machine soared to £38.00. On Monday they were being sold for £15.00. The fickle world of decoratives.
There was one stand that had really lovely pieces, and if I'm being honest here, quite a lovely man selling them. If you happen to be in Harrogate, his shop is worth a visit.
I didn't buy Mr Blobby, i was tempted by the deer....
Posted by Miss Pickering at 2:21 PM