Monday, 1 November 2010
Ho Bloody Ho!
Two weeks ago, Steve and I went on a date, movies and The Spur in Wandsworth. Not exactly the high life but a night out nonetheless. On the way, we had to drop a rocking horse off (as you do) but on discovering our client wouldn't be home till late, we asked if we could do it after the show. After a good graze and a belly full of laughs we navigated our way to the address only to discover there were three possible no. 22s. Which door bell to ring at 11.30pm at night armed with a rocking horse? Fortunately there was only one flat with the light on and so I took my chances and sure enough it was the right one but on the way home we were discussing how the scene could have played out differently while looking out for a rival vintage shop which we had been meaning to spy on, when bright flashing lights and a siren flashed behind us. Doh! We had been pulled over by the police, not for speeding but for driving too cautiously. Steve was asked to step out of the vehicle and a vehicle check was run. He was told his over cautious maneuvers had alerted them a to the possibility that he was driving under the influence at which point he chose to inform them we were just delivering a rocking horse. (oh that makes it so much better I mean I have heard of drug mules but not drug rocking horses.) Luckily they finally got to the bottom of things and were satisfied that we were just going about our business, ever so slightly eccentrically. Needless to say they pointed us in the direction of the shop we were looking for and followed us a bit to make sure the 'crazy people' got were they needed to go - Ai chi chi we have got to get out more! (or not?)
Well we did get out a little more last week and to our shock and horror realised we had fallen behind with what all the other shops had been up to...CHRISTMAS...araaaghhhhh! We had secretly hoped we could wait till at least after Halloween but apparently we would certainly be missing a trick (and a treat?) by leaving it so our emergency Christmas rations, which I have been collecting since July, were dusted off and the shop treated to a complete move around.
Take a look.
The lost Christmas stock which we had to retrieve from the back of the lock up.
1950s boxes of glass baubles
The front window is full of original 1940's, 50's, 60's ornaments.
Even the not- so- perfect ones got a chance to fight another day....so sweet.
Knitted Santa got to ride on a pushalong dog rather than a sleigh...
and the Grinch that stole Christmas...
Meanwhile, the large table in the middle of the shop had all the china tea sets relocated to a dresser
to make way for this... our playful country Christmas ornaments.
It was closing time so our lovely new friend Veronique came back to the shop and helped decorate the trees...
Her wonderful flair for design and her French elegance was an asset indeed not to mention she bought a wonderful Christmas air to the proceedings, even though we must remind ourselves it is only October!
By 9.30pm the shop had been transformed and I must admit to having a little tear in the eye ...our shops first Christmas....aaaaaahhhh.
So, what else was new at N&S this week.
Sue Board original Hats now in stock! Gorgeousness now comes in all knitted shapes and sizes! Take a look at these;
I have chosen mine which has already been widely admired by several friends and strangers alike.
Several new bits of furniture which Steve has been slaving over arrived including another union Jack bureau which for some reason the photo won't load but it is stunning and already has been semi reserved for a client.
and finally, we get to the bottom of why so many of our parcels have been arriving in tatters and getting broken! Just look at the state of the packages in this courier's van. Hilarious if it wasn't costing us an arm and a leg in breakages.
and, finally today on our 'day off' we found ourselves familiarising ourselves with our bank manager followed by a spate of letterbox cramming in our local neighbourhood to promote our 10% off November special to celebrate National Antiques week. We dropped 250 of our 1000 postcards into letterboxes in the near vacinity and will do another 250 tomorrow evening in the village. (I wonder if Cath Kidston or Richard Branson had to do this?) Needless to say, it is on occasions like these, and 7.30am yesterday morning standing in a muddy field being rained on and brawling over a mirror and the other night when we were pulled over by the Old Bill that one cannot help but wonder; what have our lives come to? But then I calm down and imagine that one day, one day...... perhaps not too far off, we will look back and laugh. In the meantime, it's time to put on the Christmas music, say 'to hell with them all!' I am breaking out the Christmas spirit and bathing in good cheer and I won't say sorry....Lord knows we could all do with some good news in our lives.... anyway, who says Christmas only comes once a year!