Make things grow

Today I finally (almost) finished my garden shed and what a glorious autumn day it was! Perfect for my little inauguration. A final coat of paint, two touches here and there and my little shabby chic garden shed is ready to be featured in "George's amazing spaces" , as I like to think. Vintage green and white combined with mahogany, cute shelving trimmed with lace, garden tools strategically hidden in a corner, vintage mosaic mirror made with pieces of fine china, I luckily sourced from a charity shop, cold drinks tin bucket (to make an ad-hoc sink when needed), a little cabinet for glasses and mugs, waiting for me to enjoy a cold drink on a summer's day or a hot cup of tea on a December morning when I'll finish planting my bulbs for spring, kitchen ingredients for when I'll make a perfect salad with vegetables from my allotment - they're all there for me to enjoy gardening with a bit of style. Chic gardening, I call it. I still need to put more plants in my pots and plant more bulbs around the shed, but for now I think I'm waiting for winter with a smile. Today was a proper spring day and I'm sure it was all due to my cute shed, resplendent in the sun, sending its love out there to all gardening aficionados. I'll come back with pictures in spring, when all my plants and flowers will have been blossomed. Enjoy the pics!

Vintage charm

Vintage is always in fashion. It never loses its charm. If you don't love it yet, you will one day. If you love it now, you'll love it even more. It casts a sweet spell and it never misses its targets. I remember when I was little I use to go to my great-aunt's house and she had some 60s and 70s fashion catalogues in a cupboard that I could reach and I would spend hours and hours looking at those clothes, imagining myself wearing them. It was my favourite thing in the world. The odour of her house, her 60s furniture and those heavy catalogues on my lap - the best afternoons of my childhood.
Last week I promised I would return with a few pictures of the outfit I wore at the vintage fair. I am not sure of the decades of what I wore, I don't know if they fit in a certain era, but I see it a bit 50s. The hat and collar are a family pass down, the coat I purchased in another vintage event and is made out of a wonderful tapistry-like fabric with an adorable cross stitch pattern, the bag - also vintage - is a gift from my Mum, brown Italian leather boots and hugging long jumper and leggings. I felt different that day, in a way I love and embrace. I fitted in perfectly at the vintage fair and I feel I can always fit in, wearing truly different styles, here in the UK. People love such things and admire those that find the time and the inspiration to recreate a world that is no longer present, but only remembered incompletely and sometimes incongruously in museums.