I am on a mission.  Running late for the playgroup at the library and laden with parcels for the post office, I push the buggy as fast as I can down the street.  Georgia is tired and wriggly.  Theo is hungry.  I said I would meet a friend and I am already late.  She will think I didn't turn up.  Again.

I round the corner and I try not to look at the sign.  I try not think about the place.  But it calls to me.  

"I don't have the money to spend" I say to myself. "I don't NEED anything" but already the magnetic pull of its secondhand goodness has steered my wheels off my track.

"Fine" I think as I roll inside the wide doors of the Salvation Army Shop.  "I'll just look. There is no harm in looking".  

Georgia starts pointing to the section I love. We wander back.  I remind myself that I don't need anything.  

But before I know it, vintage textiles leap from the rack into my arms.  A tacky set of faux quilted curtains.

 A bright blue pair of Spiderman drapes.  A floral blue pillowcase.

  ;And then I see it:



A floral printed linen table cloth of epic vintage proportions.  Before I even know what I am doing, I hand over my £2.50 and run out onto the street, breathing hard, my eyes dialated with the thrill.

Later that evening I show Kevin my loot and he knows better than to voice his actual thoughts, but rather mutters "That's nice dear. What are you going to to ue it all for?"

To which I have no response other than:

My name is Kat. And I am an addict.



9 responses

  • I was like that with cross stitch books, patterns and kits. You need to go to CA – Crafters Anonymous. Repeat after me: “My name is Kat and I am addicted to vintage Fabric. I acknowledge my addiction and know there is a Higher Power – my sewing machine.”

  • Oh, I have so been there!!! When my oldest two were little and money was really tight we used to walk down the street every day to the local charity store. There was something just so thrilling about getting a bargain and finding something that you could re use,or repurpose. Most of the boys’ toys were bought there, along with furniture I fixed up and fabric I made into other things. I still get enormous pleasure from going to thrift stores as they are called here, although our local one in town is mostly rubbish. Well done on the bargains, and I am sure you will come up with some wonderful ideas for them.

  • My parents had those green fake patchwork curtains (and the matching bedspread) in their bedroom in the 80′s; it gave me a sudden jolt of nostalgia to see them again. Vintage fabric needs no excuse anyway, and it isn’t that it doesn’t have a purpose, it just doesn’t have a purpose yet!

  • Ha Ha! A scenario I know SO well. Textiles and crockery. If there is a tea cup with a rose on it, it’s mine. They come home and pile up waiting for the day we finally get round to sorting the house out and make some shelves. In the meantime, the North London Hospice will continue to have my custom….daily!

  • hehe, i ‘support’ my local church charity shop by buying most textiles that are handed in there. I think there are a lot of old ladies clearing their cupboards at the moment. My dh gives me the same reaction, the thing is that I haven’t got much to show for it like the lovely wings you make. But one day, one day…..