Bermondsey Antiques Market
Oct. 26th, 2007 04:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annwfynIt's 4.25 am, and I'm awake. My eyes are sore, the house has this slightly odd air of maniacal glee, and I'm about to head off to the Bermondsey Antiques Market.
It turns out that 4 am feels a lot like 7 am to me, which is to say this is painful, but no more hideous than any situation whereby I am asked to get up early. I can do this! And I shall find wonderful things.
EDIT: It's 7.20 am and I'm back. I have a silver backed hairbrush which I like a lot, and a Christmas present for my sister.
I also saw things of beauty. There were some lovely lovely fans - including a tortoiseshell and feather fan for £90 which I wanted, a crazy little piggy bank in the shape of a fat little man with a top hat which I coveted, and some gorgeous ivory, which is one of my big dark and evil loves. There was a lot of churchy paraphernalia which I loved as well - a little bible with an ivory cover (more ivory) and a lovely ornate rosary which I gazed at for a while, but decided I didn't really need it.
I had a wonderful time. Two hours went by in a flash, and I was still wide eyed and excitable whenpierot said firmly that it was time to go.
I'm now home.unifex, molez and ksirafai have wandered towards Tesco to get dead pig and fresh fruit, and in a bit we're going to do a big joint trip to Borough Farmers Market to get exciting food for dinner. This afternoon should then be cooking and this evening will feature a lot of eating.
I'm feeling ridiculously cheerful. This just feels like one of those mornings of wonderful serendipity.
EDIT 2: It's now 3.40 pm and I'm just back from Borough Market. I went to bed at about 9.30 am and slept through til a bit after midday, when I got up, gotpierot tea, and we all bimbled off to Borough Farmer's Market. We now have an assortment of game, fresh veg, and interesting puddings and this evening we shall prepare a great feast!
Alarmingly, the Farmers Market wound up costing more than the Antiques Market. There's something wrong there...
It turns out that 4 am feels a lot like 7 am to me, which is to say this is painful, but no more hideous than any situation whereby I am asked to get up early. I can do this! And I shall find wonderful things.
EDIT: It's 7.20 am and I'm back. I have a silver backed hairbrush which I like a lot, and a Christmas present for my sister.
I also saw things of beauty. There were some lovely lovely fans - including a tortoiseshell and feather fan for £90 which I wanted, a crazy little piggy bank in the shape of a fat little man with a top hat which I coveted, and some gorgeous ivory, which is one of my big dark and evil loves. There was a lot of churchy paraphernalia which I loved as well - a little bible with an ivory cover (more ivory) and a lovely ornate rosary which I gazed at for a while, but decided I didn't really need it.
I had a wonderful time. Two hours went by in a flash, and I was still wide eyed and excitable when
pierot said firmly that it was time to go. I'm now home.
unifex, molez and ksirafai have wandered towards Tesco to get dead pig and fresh fruit, and in a bit we're going to do a big joint trip to Borough Farmers Market to get exciting food for dinner. This afternoon should then be cooking and this evening will feature a lot of eating. I'm feeling ridiculously cheerful. This just feels like one of those mornings of wonderful serendipity.
EDIT 2: It's now 3.40 pm and I'm just back from Borough Market. I went to bed at about 9.30 am and slept through til a bit after midday, when I got up, got
pierot tea, and we all bimbled off to Borough Farmer's Market. We now have an assortment of game, fresh veg, and interesting puddings and this evening we shall prepare a great feast!Alarmingly, the Farmers Market wound up costing more than the Antiques Market. There's something wrong there...
