Sunday 16th saw husband and myself up and out quite early, heading to another local “vide grenier”/boot sale. This one was in a small village (population 723) so I knew it was likely to be quite small. That was fine by us.
And when we got there, it really was a small affair. Just the locals, from the looks of things, having a good clear out with mostly clothes/shoes/toys/books and a few miscellaneous things for sale. We didn’t even bother to split up for this one. Or if we did, the area was so small, we kept on bumping into each other.
Husband found the most ugly cast iron soap dish with a cow on it (Fresian, if that makes it any less ugly?). I have no idea why he bought it, but he did. One thing is for sure – it won’t be going in the bathroom! And I most certainly won’t subject you to a photo of his 1€ bargain.
Mine, are a lot more fun!
Here’s a haul of baby toys, which cost me 3€ in total. Two identical wooden crocodiles. No idea why the seller had twin crocodiles, maybe they belonged to a pair of twin toddlers at some point? They’re the old-fashioned toy you pull along by the string and they wiggle. They don’t look as if they were played with very much.
At 50 centimes each, I bought both, of course. Plus a set of plastic keys and 3 rattle toys. The plastic keys have already been gifted to Rio, the parrot, who does love playing with keys. As for the rattles
I removed the soft parts on arriving home, and all plastic toys were given a wash in bleachy water. I then sewed bunny trousers back up again, and Gibbs was well-pleased to have another soft toy to play with. It was the rattle rings I was interested in – they’ll come in handy for some future craft projects.
And, just so you know I don’t only buy toys . . .
I came home with a few books this time too. You’ll probably recognise most of the authors (except for Fred Vargas, a French authoress, and I’m not sure if her books have been translated into English). The others are: “Chaos” by Patricia Cornwell; “Unseen” by Karen Slaughter; “Miss Silver Comes To Stay” by Patricia Wentworth and “I Let You Go” by Clare Mackintosh. Apart from the Patricia Wentworth one (which appears to be a sort of Agatha Christie, Miss Marple type of intrigue) the others should all be blood, gore, serial killers and suspense . . . exactly what I enjoy with my hot chocolate at bed time!
And last photo . . .
My dolls live in a laundry basket, because I haven’t pushed madness far enough to buy a proper baby cot for them (yet). Ducky decided there was room for one more! I don’t know if you can see properly
but that golden brown thing Ducky is resting his head on . . . that’s Lily’s “doudou” rabbit! She was holding it in her arms when I last saw her in the laundry basket . . . Ducky obviously thought it made a soft cat pillow.