Is it weird to love junk? I mean this is turning into a serious problem for me. I find half an hour to spare and instead of getting on with a very important job on my to do list I think, I know, I’ll just pop to the junk shop and see what I can find. And I NEVER come out empty handed.
This week’s scoop is this brass and glass coffee table above. Um, hello? DId someone not pick up an interiors mag in the last 12 months and learn that brass is EVERYTHING right now? Why would you throw this out? And if you were lucky enough to have someone donate it to your charity shop, why would you stick a £10 price tag on it and let it go for a song? Hang on, it’s not me that’s weird, it’s them, right?
Well long may their weirdness continue because I don’t intend to stop scavenging for house candy any time soon. Keep on clearing out your gorgeous unwanted stuff weird people of England and let me find it and give it a loving new home.
Here’s five reasons why I’m a junk shop junkie:
1) When you find something you love in a shop full of old tat it feels like finding proper treasure.
2) It’s not likely to be something you can pick up easily in high street shops therefore it gives your home a bit of quirkiness and individuality.
3) I’m impatient and shopping this way is an instant decorating win. I don’t have to wait months for it to be delivered.
4) I never know what I’m going to find so there’s never that disappointment of not being able to find what I’m looking for.
5) Charity shop finds are always cheap, which means you can fill your boots and feel super good about it because the money will be going to a good cause.
The entire scene above cost less than one roll of that stupidly expensive (but also heavenly) Farrow and Ball wallpaper. Madness isn't it? And the thing is, buying second hand furniture and accessories allows you to buy stupidly expensive and heavenly wallpaper and not feel nearly as mad as you should. It’s one of my famous decorating maths equations. Posh + Junk = Punk.
And though I couldn’t be less of a punk if I tried, I like that my house is a bit bad mannered when it comes to interior etiquette. The rules are, there are no rules. It’s the one place I can let rip; here’s my recent scores:
The man in the local Mind charity shop laughed at me when I brought these to the till. "You want the marrows?" he scoffed before knocking me £2.50 off the £10 a pair price tag JUST because I was willing to take them off his hands!
They are marmite vases that’s for sure. Are you in the love 'em or loathe 'em camp? Let me know below.
This old brass lamp was picked up at a second hand market stall for £18. I half expected a genie to pop out when I gave it a rub. Instead the magic happened when I teamed it with this designer lampshade from Graham and Green. Posh + Junk, remember?
And finally, here’s a two for the price of one for you. In fact, two for the price of one pound actually.
The brass duck was shining at me from the bottom of a rusty bathtub filled with odds and ends at a local vintage fair. It’s a lucky duck alright, lucky to find someone who loves it as much as me :)
The bottle green stem vase is so uncool it’s actually cool. It get’s treated to a new flower every week. Here’s a tip for you for free: Green goes with everything. Just trust me on that one.
So there you have it. I could call it vintage and sound like I know what I’m talking about but that would be stretching the truth. New, old, antique, retro and plain old fashioned junk. It’s all house candy to me.