Interiors Journalist (and Vintage Shopping Addict), Ellie Tennant shares another of her vintage passions… ‘Baldwin’s Herbal Blood Pills’, proclaims the 1880 advertising poster on my living room wall. ‘…Cures blackheads, pimples, blotches, boils, scurvy, irritation of the skin, bad legs.’ … Continue reading
I could barely carry the four stone plates back to the car. They were back-breakingly heavy and, as I felt my arm muscles start to burn, I wondered how practical a choice they really were. Continue reading
The teetering stack of terracotta Victorian flower pots in my allotment shed grows whenever I spot old ‘clays’ at an antiques fair. They can cost as little as £2 each – great value when you consider that they’re far better quality than modern, mass-produced equivalents. Continue reading
Keys have long represented mystery, possibility and power, symbolising new beginnings and hidden secrets Continue reading
I’ve always had a penchant for vintage Pastis carafes, used to carry water for diluting the strong, anise-flavoured French apéritif to taste (mix one part Pastis to five parts water for best results). The 1950s and 1960s bottles are the best – Continue reading
Pop a pillow inside one and use it as a chic sofa cushion, use them as laundry bags, or cut them up and sew sturdy tote bags or table runners. You can even use them to cover armchairs if you have enough sacks and know a good upholsterer. Hard-wearing, practical, and often adorned with a smart stripe and the initials of the original owner, grain sacks are completely irresistible to the average Vintage Addict. Continue reading
Any self-respecting vintage addict has either already got or has fantasised about owning a pair of pleasing little wooden butter paddles. Continue reading
The geraniums, petunias and trailing lobelia plants are thriving in the back garden. The herbs are flourishing and the allotment is…well…to be honest, filled with weeds as always – but there are strawberries, raspberries, potatoes, onions and garlic there, somewhere, if you look hard and move the couch grass about a bit.
It was while I was at an antiques fair last year that I spotted them. Two. Together. Perfect. Slightly rusty. But not too rusty. Matching. Gorgeous.
‘FEUERHAND’ (firehand) proclaimed the engraved banners across their bases and, once I’d rubbed off some grime with my thumb, more lettering was revealed: ‘275 BABY’, ‘WESTERN GERMANY’.
I tried to act cool. Continue reading
This obsession is tied up with many others. My ‘Billy Can Thing’ is merely the tip of a rather large and ever-expanding iceberg of an obsession: The Wild. Continue reading