Last weekend was a whirlwind of wheels, shops, props, friends, sunshine and catch-ups.
I finally managed to find time to drive through to Musselburgh to catch up with my brother and my lovely friend Madge. Since I haven’t been able to get through there for months I decided to knock off a few birds with one stone – I would stop off en route and do the errands I had on my ever increasing ‘To Do’ list.
First stop was IKEA for those clever little curtain clips that nip on to the fabric and save you having to sew in hanging strips on to fabric when you are making your own curtains. Of course I know only too well that there is little chance of my escaping this cave of commercialism without buying more than just two packets of clips.There is also a sale on, quelle suprise!
I come out with a pile of fabrics all cut to half metre lengths, assorted single salad plates in matt finish, a couple of coloured glasses, a basket (another of my little addictions), a dinky little drawer thing to keep napkins tidy (that’s the plan anyway when I build the thing) and of course the curtain clips, oh yes I stop at the foodie bit too and stock up on that lovely Lingon cordial.
Onwards to the east with the top down on Tigger and music blaring. Life is good.
It gets even better when I stop at the old antique barn outside town and root through the piles of dusty furniture to delve into the boxes of old plates and silverware. I am repaid for my efforts by a real treasure trove of pewter plates, tarnished silver plated platters, a cup and bowls. This is manna from heaven for my prop cupboard, and it gets better when I find some old cutlery lurking in a broken basket.
When I got to Musselburgh I hit the charity shops to continue my mission. Surely my prop collection couldn’t be boosted again in one day?
It could, I came across some great pottery, old dishes, painted bowls and glassware. I was fairly dragging the bags back to the car.
My visit wasn’t confined to prop shopping, I was there for a catch-up with family and friends. Enjoying a saunter by the river to admire the baby Canada Geese was just an extra treat that flooded my mind with memories of this river and my family home just a few yards away, always swans, geese and ducks right there in front of the house. My Dad telling us as kids never to pet the swans as they could so easily break your arm. Never did meat anyone with swan damage but we always treated the bird fraternity with respect and shared sandwiches with them and the old bread from the kitchen.
My brother was well, it is always nerve wracking to ask after his health. When he says he has just had his latest cancer checks I wait with baited breath to hear if he is still clear of the disease that almost felled him three years ago. All is well and we enjoy a good chat and compare notes on life for the past few months.
My lovely Madge is full of smiles as ever, she always makes me laugh, fills me with hope and talks sense when I need it. She has an added surprise for me, her daughter Tracey is also here and we fall on each other in a whoop of joy at this special gift of friendship and catch-up. I last saw her at Christmas when Idgy and I stayed at their beautiful cottage in Aberdeenshire. Oh we had SO much to talk about.
Sunday finds me kissing goodbye and driving home with Tigger full of goodies to boost my prop collection and my heart bursting with friendship.
Back home the sun is till shining and the garden glorious. I spend a joyful afternoon unpacking my goodies and carefully washing each piece. I imagine the stories such old treasures could tell, where did they come from, who used them, who made them? I like to think they have found a good and useful home again as elements in photographs. Maybe not what they were created for, but surely a good way to extend their days.
I am working out how to refurbish the dining room and turn it into a prop store and more useful space. When I get it done I shall share more pix of my collection of props, things I buy in France and here in the UK, one man’s yunk, another’s treasure.