It was suggested to me that when I next visit the charity shop, the one where I sometimes show photos of their lovely window displays, I also show photos of the interior.
And so yesterday, when I dropped off some magazines and paperback books, I asked if I might take photos for my blog and they were happy for me to do so. They said to keep my eyes open, too, for their special window displays for St Valentine’s Day next month which they are already planning, so I must remember to go over to see those.
As I’ve mentioned before, the reflections in the glass make it very difficult to take even half-decent photos of the windows, but yesterday’s left hand window was lovely, with lots of black, white and red items (photo above). The right hand window (below) showed some modern art.
Inside, on a mannequin, there was an unusual coat, I wasn’t sure whether I liked it or not. Perhaps suitable for someone very tall and slender.
The displays change all the time, according to what the generous public donate, but the staff always manage to make the various sections of the shop look interesting, especially the jewellery, shoes and the books/CDs sections.
Behind this bow-fronted 1920s display cabinet are two rows of black cocktail dresses, or what were referred to as cocktail dresses in my day, i.e. too grand for day wear but not grand enough to qualify as ball gowns.
And, high on a shelf, a lovely dinner service, complete with soup bowls and tureens.
You may wonder, if you have indeed noticed at all, the title of this post, Loose Connections. This is because in the film Hampstead, which I watched on Wednesday afternoon (having bought the DVD), the role played by Diane Keaton is a woman who is a volunteer in a charity shop. That is the connection … i.e. very loose indeed!
I have always loved Diane Keaton’s style: shirts, jackets, berets, trousers, nothing fancy at all. Of course, she is playing a role and the person she is portraying isn’t well-off and therefore her clothes might well be some she has purchased 2nd hand. In one scene she fancies a new beret but then decides against it because of the cost, and then in another scene she is obviously throwing caution to the wind and is buying it. Here, and I apologise for the quality of the photos as I took them off the TV, are some of her outfits. I just love the frilled white shirt and also her pulled-down beret.
We are not going out today, we went to Topsham on Wednesday, to the charity shop and the supermarket yesterday, and so today we will be at home doing housekeeping. We have had a good, rather late breakfast …
Lychees & prunes for starters (my ‘black-and-white’ starter), followed by scrambled eggs on toast, and then a slice of toast with marmalade (just behind my mug of tea – I rarely use mugs, but I bought these as they ‘go’ with the Burleigh blue and white pottery … is one of the cut glass Victorian salts I bought in the Antiques’ Centre in Topsham, but filled not with salt but with marmalade. It’s nice to adapt things to one’s own requirements.)
Until next time.
Flowers on Friday. Just thought you might like to see the spray carnations which, this week, husband chose rather than my more usual roses or alstromeria. They are too slight – but still pretty – for the sitting room, so they’ve ended up gracing the kitchen table.
Until next time.