Sunday, 27 February 2011

The Fabulous Sunday Market

My Amazing Boyfriend (AB) and I made a deal earlier in the week that we would go out on Saturday night for some drinks, but come home early so that we could get up in the morning to go to the fabulous Sunday market at the marina car park rooftops.

We managed to get there for 10.30am, not so bad but considering the super keen bargain hunters start at 6.00am, we probably missed some treasure. Last time we went it was howling down with rain, and we managed to pick up a good few bargains. This morning, the sun had peeked out, although it was still articly cold! This didn't stop hundreds of people turning out to browse and snoop. In fact in our slightly hungover state, it was almost a eyes down head for the exit scenario.

We braved the crowds though, and had a good laugh more than anything. We found a lovely pair of real ferret stoles (sadly no pics) and a whole load of other exciting, weird and wonderful things to marvel out.

After that we popped down the hill to Asda to experience what it's like when all their till computers stop working at once. I don't think I need to write about this. It's traumatising. We came home and ate chocolate under the duvet and gloated at the 2 little bargains we did manage to salvage from the market, some more old clothes that he hates and I love.



Brighton C x

Saturday, 26 February 2011

The Treasure Chest

While I was out shopping for jewellery making supplies yesterday, I stumbled past one of those closing down, cash only type of shops. Some of their stock looked quite arty in a tacky sort of way, so curiosity distracted me from my shopping list and I popped in.

I found this gorgeous little wooden chest at half price. There was a whole set, this was the largest. I was tempted to by them all because I love putting things in size order (I think it's because I'm a Virgo) but I was good and just bought the one.

It's the perfect size for putting my make up in on top of my dressing table. Over the years I've tried no end of receptacle, which have just ended up grubby and dusty from eyeliner, sticky lip gloss and eye shadow spills. So I have lined my little treasure chest with foil to keep it nice and clean. It fits in quite nicely with the bedroom redecoration project which will hopefully be finished by May (I really hope so!)

Brighton C x

Saturday, 19 February 2011

The baby wipes discovery

Wednesday evening, straight from the college course to a chaotic dinner date at the JMum's house with Troubled S, JMum's parent baby sitters and the Beautiful Child who is just learning to count.

With BC being put to bed feeling like her fingerful of bonjela was a poor substitution for joining in the party, and 2 others popping out the back for a rollie, Troubled S and I sat on the sofa discussing men over a glass of red from the Co-Op.

Being particularly troubled over the past week, TS had already had a few glasses and was a little off balance. Her over sized wine glass got knocked over with a gesture all over the fawny coloured carpet. I knew I'd have to deal with this one as a: she was drunk and b: I had watched her try to remove blue kohl liner from my new beige carpet last year and didn't want to inflict the same disaster on JMum's rented carpet!

But before I could find a tea towel TS had already spotted a packet of baby wipes on the side and began her carpet killing magic. I subtly took over (with the baby wipes) and scrubbed and scrubbed, because we all know baby wipes especially budget ones are anything but absorbent. To my surprise, the used wipes turned a deep shade of claret while the fawny carpet reappeared underneath! 5 wipes later and there was no stain to be seen. JMum was oblivious until our paths crossed in the hallway with my hand full of stained wipes - you could say I was caught red wine handed... JMum then told me that she had never cleaned BC with wipes as her skin was far too precious for all the chemicals and that they were purely in the house as a cleaning product for shoes and stains. I have learned something today.