On Saturday, as part of our Mother's Day festivities, we bought a bookshelf.
A real one.
Partner and I tend towards buying furniture that's been previously loved, which is just about how I like it, but the downside of this trend is that we own a lot of stuff that's one degree away from falling apart. That, or it's all things which have been given to us by friends/family who look around our somewhat sparse possessions and then say 'Here, have this table.' with a slightly pitying expression. Maybe it's because we've both moved so much over the last decade, but we seem to have an aversion to buying Grown-Up Furniture, like matching sofa sets, etc.
That said, on Saturday, we both gladly and immediately agreed we needed this reclaimed pine bookshelf that we found in a hole-in-the-wall furniture place in Totnes...
it called to us.
And now, it's holding all the PhD books and kayaking binders which have been lying around the house for several months, as we lacked the shelving space for it all. And it makes me happy, especially in the sunshine.
Also,
I made a dress.
Out of an old top of mine. Refashioning. As ever, no before picture, because I always forget in my whim-spontaneous-let's-just-do-it surge which leads to any crafty output.
But doesn't she look sweet in it? I love the double layer skirt. I want one.
