I like old things. By old, I mean anything 50+ years vintage. In fact, the older, the better. I don't know why. Maybe it comes from growing up in an old, decrepit house which had all sorts of nooks and crannies stuffed with old, forgotten items. Maybe it comes from being raised in a household where we mostly couldn't afford new stuff and so somehow, my parents encultured me that old wasn't just okay - it was great. Or maybe I'm just a weirdo.
I know which one is the most likely option out of those three. But weirdos are made as well as born. Having a father who, on our trips to the dump to throw out goodness knows what (since we never seemed to throw ANYTHING away), would discover "treasure" for me like a very old doll with a celluloid head and a rubbery body burnt black by... the sun? a fire? - which I then cherished (whatever happened to Dump Dolly? Must ask my mother...) probably contributed. So did having a mother who managed to somehow find a mountain of tiny vintage clothing from the 1920s for me to wear as dressing up outfits for when I would climb trees/ramble in the woods in summer...
Anyway, I just cannot resist something which shows that it existed loooong before me, especially when I can get it for next to nothing. Which is just what happened to me on Sunday at the car boot sale near our house!
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