stubbings salvaged stories

salvo fair 2012

Anyone who knows me will know I’m a complete vintage interiors nut. I have a passion for anything for the home with a history, mainly British heritage and pieces that some look on as junk….mainly my hubby love him!

I’m incredibly proud of the fact that our house is the only one on the street with its original wood frame and curved glass windows – window sales people should know not to approach me, as I’m more than happy to lecture them as to why I think it’s an utter tragedy that most houses now feature plastic doors and windows with fake stained glass patterns. Each one would have had a beautiful wooden door with it’s original lead windows, now ripped out and lying in a junk yard somewhere – it breaks my heart to see this as surely that was the main part of the house’s heritage?

So I’m in seventh heaven when a friend told me about the 2012 Salvo Fair being held at Stubbings in Buckinghamshire this weekend – literally on my doorstep are beautiful objects from every era, my favorite clearly being the 1930’s, 40’s and 50’s. If you’ve just read this, I’d highly recommend you go tomorrow, it really is a treat to have the most unique stores in the UK and Europe all in one gloriously muddy field….remember a pair of wellies and an old raincoat if you can…unlike myself who wore a highly practical white dress coat that has just been dry cleaned (doh!)

my crowning glory

I had to buy a crown for the garden, and a few old boxes for another project I’ll be posting later…so watch this salvo space!

This one’s for you Susie Forbes!
eclectic bottles
enamel strainers
refreshments served here
original stained glass and oak doors
vintage caravan
mini vintage baby chairs

vintage fork display

salvaged light switches
retro baby milk tins
salvaged bits and pieces
buckets and baskets

(By the way, if you follow me and are wondering why on earth it has taken so long to write this post, I’ve been considering a new design for the blog…not a great excuse I know – that and I’ve been a bit crazily busy….and I’ve been reading that bloody book 50 Shades of Grey…haha)

delight on the Isle of Wight

View from our window

I’m not a well travelled type, apart from when we went to the Seychelles for our honeymoon which doesn’t count…that was unreal and amazing and far from an every day type holiday…I still can’t believe I went there…even when I was there, I just stood in the middle of the beach and kept repeating “I actually can’t believe I’m here”!

I digress…my beautiful bezzie, (she is, she’s absolutely stunning) and I, decided to take our little ones and my husband down to the Isle of Wight to a little known place called Steephill Cove for the Bank Holiday Weekend. We’ve been there tons of times, before children in fact, but the place still never fails to enchant and it’s actually better with the little ones…beaches make more sense with them around. Even on wet and dreary days, (and it seriously took the biscuit with the weekend we’ve just had), we still managed to have fun. I think the Fairy Day at Blackgang Chine did the trick, especially after my friend’s little one asked for a spell to make her an actress….to be honest I think the witch heard wrong! 

I’ve never really explored Ventnor on my own before, but took advantage of a spot of window shopping during my search for a newsagent open after 4pm on a Sunday, (I have to buy all of the papers…my work never ends – and why all the questions and the endless explanations for the amount of papers I buy…does it really look that odd?…I’m digressing again), anyway I came across a fab little vintage shop in Ventnor called Zesroo – super cute with lots of lovely cool pieces displayed on leopard print carpet (how cool is that) and wouldn’t look out of place in a quirky home…that isn’t mine as hubby would have a fit. I imagined that the owner would wear bright red lipstick, pinched in prom dresses with huge flower prints…with a quiff and a scarf in her hair – I wouldn’t know, the shop was closed as I peered through the curved glass windows.

From the sound of crashing waves, the fishermen bringing in fresh crab and lobster for the Crab Shed and the Boathouse Restaurant, the children just playing on the beach for hours with just a spade and a stick, (we didn’t even have a bucket), to cuddling in at night round a fire with a glass of something or other – it’s just one of those places that is so totally soporiferous, deep sleeps are mandatory and the little ones just hit the sack and fail to wake until we’ve all had a decent night’s sleep –  what’s not to love about that?

vintage style…

I was taking my trolley back after I’d finished my shopping the other day, when I heard a kind voice behind me asking if I’d mind passing on my trolley. I turned round to see a fabulous smile, matched with what can only be described as an immaculate outfit, she put me to shame as I stood there in my jeans and jerseys. I have no idea who she was, but she called me ‘Dear’….clearly I gave her my trolley.

She reminded me of my gorgeous Nanny Ivy who had the same wise eyes, heart warming smile and kindness in bounds – on top of this her style was always impeccable and would never be seen in public any other way. In this day and age we don’t really need to care about our attire as much as we used to when we go about our ‘day-to-day’, so I hope when I grow old I can appreciate style the same way Iris Apfel and the other ladies from the Advanced Style Film do – they absolutely rock and I love them.

I guess this post is an homage to all those beautiful girls out there, some who have seen and survived World War 2, were pioneers in fashion themselves, (they didn’t copy vintage!), brought our mothers and fathers into the world, have a wicked sense of humour, braved all sorts of crazy new technologies, recycle because they always have and look incredible without surgery…