The return of the magpie or a spot of rehoming?

Somebody asked me the other day if there were any parts of my home that are my favourites. When the sun is shining and the house is relatively tidy I can honestly say there are things I love about all the rooms in the house. Not necessarily everything in every room, I could live without the remaining dodgy carpets that we've yet to pull up, the horrible kitchen window that we'll never afford to replace, the pile of DVDs and videos next to the TV wouldn't be missed and the rather gorgeous pile of ironing sitting in the kitchen corner does nothing to add to the place, but all in all like most of us I love my home and know that my home will evolve and improve (hopefully) with time.



I have always loved home, being at home, coming home and making my home. I love the way our homes reflect our personalities, our likes and dislikes, and in the case of mine, display our magpie like tendencies! With a magpie's eye I noticed the glint of this silver thread the other week at the car boot. A few days later I spotted the old thread box in a street market, perfect!



I couldn't settle on just the one spool of thread, oh no, these three had to come home with me too. Don't they look pretty sitting on the shelf. A magpie has to have a pretty nest you know!



The other day I remembered that the old enamel washstand that we had in the bathroom of our old house. Three years on and it was still living in the loft with all the other paraphenalia that you acquire along the way. M was reluctant to bring it down as there just wasn't the room for it in our bathroom here, unless you agreed to be airlifted into the shower and allowed the washstand to stand right in front of the shower door. It was bugging me though, I loved my washstand when we bought it years ago, and, fingers crossed, bearing in mind that we won't be moving again, it seemed such a shame to keep it hidden in the attic.

So now it's living in our bedroom, yes the furniture has had to be shifted, but I have my washstand back and it makes me smile every time I walk past the rusty old thing!



I even made a new cushion for my bedroom this week to add to the pile on the bed, pink and green, florally and vintage fabric, just what I wanted. Another home found for something!



Ssssh, I'll let you in on a secret. Can you spot the little bin in this photo? I found it at the car boot, it's an old Worcester Ware bin and I love it. It lives next to the computer so I can see it all the time.



The secret is that most days when I'm wandering around the house, the bin comes with me! The rest of the Ragged Roses no nothing of the secret life of my bin, but now they do... It sounds sad I know but I just can't make up my mind what to do with it. It looks so pretty in every room. I never thought I would find such a pretty waste paper basket!




Am I alone in doing things like this I wonder? I love introducing new things into our home that sit beside things we've had for years, that have stories to tell and reflect us all so well. Isn't it good that our homes are constantly evolving, what would the magpie (no I think I prefer squirrel) inside me do if one day my home would say "that's it I'm finished!"

Before I forget I need to let you know about the PIF. Names were pulled out of the hat this morning and the recipients of my PIF are Twiggy,
Lucy and
AThrfityMrs. I do promise that you will receive something from me at some point, perhaps you could let me know your addresses when you've got the time. Sorry to all of you who were unable to be involved in this one, maybe next time.

A big thank you for all your recent tooth love! I'm glad to know that most of you bloggers are as wussy as I am when it comes to all things dental. Perhaps we should all coincide our next appointments and have a moan about it afterwards. I am feeling happier about things at the moment, not because I've won the lottery or the sky has decided to rain chocolate rather than the nasty cold drizzly stuff it's doing at the moment, but because yesterday I went swimming again for the first time in two years! It was GOOD! Having hurt my leg and back when we moved I have been reluctant to swim for a while but I really needed to stretch again and swimming was just so perfect for me. M says I have a permanent smile on my face when I'm in the water and he's so right. I love it, love the feeling of stretching, love the feeling of being carried along and, most of all, love the feeling of having to concentrate on nothing else but the moment, bliss! Just what I needed.
Have a wonderful weekend, and Happy Father's Day to all you Dads too!