Finding an Old Vintage Window on a Beach Cottage Walk

G'day sweeties!  

My morning started as if often does, here, with a coffee and a walk on the beach 

But today I took a detour from my usual oceanside walk to the post office – happily walking along minding my own business, headphones in, pounding for my mental health, I happened upon a skip.  

Of course I couldn't not look in.  I mean it was outside an old tumble down cottage in the middle of town.  

Inside was the best old vintage window, I've been after one for AGES.

Oooooh ladies!  I was soooo excited!!!!   

I tried to lift it out but it was sorta wedged in, I thought about phoning the only friend I have who would understand the finding-a-vintage-window thing, but then thought it might be best left to my Assistants, Mr BC & Mr Teenage BC and their amazing powers to turn our car into the Beach Cottage Junking Mobile.

It's been there in my mind ALL DAY, aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh, I kept assuming some other Queen of Vintage might have got her little mits on it…and the later it got, the less chance I was gonna have to persuade my Assistant's to go get it… it's all I could think about, I have been positively consumed by thoughts of vintage windows.

I just had to tell someone about it and thought you all might listen, I mean I can hardly turn up at the school jumping up and down about old neglected stuff in a skip, can I?  There would be profuse shaking of the mummy heads.  

Out here in the vastness of blogland though, with my vintage-white-lovin'-friends, I love that it doesn't feel weird to hyper-ventilate about old unloved things destined for landfill, moreover I feel positively brimming with anticipation to show y'all.

and here it is…and they just walked in with it…oh god, I love it

I snapped it quickly, photo quality is poor, sorry, it's dark but you get the idea…

it's much much chunkier than I thought and I hoped that the shelf to the bottom was still attached…it was…it's chippy and peely and has remnants of light frenchy blue paint on it…sigh…sigh…sigh

I love that you get it (purlease tell me you do) and that I can share it.

I think you'll be jumping up and down with me…?????

…and of course, leaving me suggestions for what on earth I can do with it, all my ideas were based around something a whole lot less errrm bulky than this

I won't tell you how much begging I had to do to those two to go out after dark and salvage. 

I will tell you it involved…um…favours…from cooking favourite dinners to much more, how shall we say, errrm, well you know…favours…

 Stop by tomorrow chicklets I will be nursing a vintage window back to life.

Woot Woot, get ya hooters out for me.  

It's the little things…I'm one happy gal in a tatty old beach cottage