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Wise things on which to spend your money
So I was antique hunting in Paris back in January and came away with some modest stuff, because... yeah, antiques are expensive. God knows why I couldn't have a cheaper hobby.
I'm honestly not interested in how much an antique can fetch; I just like old things and I marvel at how fragile things pass intact over the centuries. One of my favourite finds is this old collection of Italian drawings I picked up in Basel. I also have a great collection from Barcelona, but you know what? You can't beat Liverpool for antiques at rock-bottom prices.
Today, I popped along to Tuebrook market. It hardly rivals La Boqueria; it's all cheap chocolate and dubious clothing and bric-a-brac. I went along for a cheap n' cheerful mosey and came back with... ANTIQUES. OMG! And I spent a princely sum of £5.50 on them. I think I need to go along more.
I got this Victorian washbowl for £5. It's faded in some places and it's obviously missing its pitcher, but I just think it's lovely. The stamp marks dates it to between 1890 - 1895.
My camera is not good at close-up shots, which is a shame - the detailing on the birds is gorgeous.
I got this for 50p! I can't narrow the dating down further than 1892 - 1936, but I'm not complaining at that price.
Okay, so let me show you two of my favourite books from those that I have collected from a secondhand bookstore in the city centre.
1886 edition of Hamlet.
One of the weirdest things is all the adverts I often find in old books. Whilst one side of me is offended at adverts for bloody Beecham's in a book, the other side of me loves this glimpse into Victorian buying habits.
This is what I look for, most of all. I love finding old books with handwriting in them. Look at that elegant script! I wish I could write like that. I can barely scrawl my name in biro these days. :(
Back cover.
The book below is one of my oldest possessions. It's a collection of old Spectator articles, bound in 1753.
It's very delicate and has seen (several) better days.
Alas! Not much in the way of gorgeous 18th century script. Again, apologies for my stupid camera.
I love this typeset! Also, every time I read part of this book, I get hopeleſſly confuſed by the S thing.
Hmm. Totally going back to that bookstore to hunt out an older book next payday.
I'm honestly not interested in how much an antique can fetch; I just like old things and I marvel at how fragile things pass intact over the centuries. One of my favourite finds is this old collection of Italian drawings I picked up in Basel. I also have a great collection from Barcelona, but you know what? You can't beat Liverpool for antiques at rock-bottom prices.
Today, I popped along to Tuebrook market. It hardly rivals La Boqueria; it's all cheap chocolate and dubious clothing and bric-a-brac. I went along for a cheap n' cheerful mosey and came back with... ANTIQUES. OMG! And I spent a princely sum of £5.50 on them. I think I need to go along more.
I got this Victorian washbowl for £5. It's faded in some places and it's obviously missing its pitcher, but I just think it's lovely. The stamp marks dates it to between 1890 - 1895.
My camera is not good at close-up shots, which is a shame - the detailing on the birds is gorgeous.
I got this for 50p! I can't narrow the dating down further than 1892 - 1936, but I'm not complaining at that price.
Okay, so let me show you two of my favourite books from those that I have collected from a secondhand bookstore in the city centre.
1886 edition of Hamlet.
One of the weirdest things is all the adverts I often find in old books. Whilst one side of me is offended at adverts for bloody Beecham's in a book, the other side of me loves this glimpse into Victorian buying habits.
This is what I look for, most of all. I love finding old books with handwriting in them. Look at that elegant script! I wish I could write like that. I can barely scrawl my name in biro these days. :(
Back cover.
The book below is one of my oldest possessions. It's a collection of old Spectator articles, bound in 1753.
It's very delicate and has seen (several) better days.
Alas! Not much in the way of gorgeous 18th century script. Again, apologies for my stupid camera.
I love this typeset! Also, every time I read part of this book, I get hopeleſſly confuſed by the S thing.
Hmm. Totally going back to that bookstore to hunt out an older book next payday.