No the children aren’t pre loved or thrifted though you could say they were inherited as both Glenn and I used the genes we inherited from our parents to make them. The items that really actually do fit are:
The bookshelf that used to live at my brothers house
All the clothes (other than Lani’s new jeans that she loves because they are skinny jeans like adults wear apparently. Fashionista in the making)
The high chair found in a church opp shop
A lot of the books, Sabi has some from my collection of old bloodthirsty Grims brothers tales.
The lounge, that we bought when we went to a really cool second hand furniture shop looking for a desk. We didn’t buy a desk.
Oh and the house was owned by some one before us but I’m not sure if they loved it.
Then Jonas Dog jumped up on the lounge and I realised he is pre loved too. He was a show dog but they couldn’t breed from him because he has hairy bear legs at the front and his teeth grew in wonky. His owners couldn’t afford to keep him and a breeding dog so he came to live with us.
The sideboard came from Mum and Dads, Dad was going to chop it up to make something out of the wood but I begged for it. I have such an emotional attachment to this piece of furniture. Growing up as a fake only child due to a large age gap and slightly displaced because the rest of ours all live in England I spent a lot of my childhood hunting for relics belonging to my mysterious relations. The side board was full of them, buttons from Jill’s dresses, her GFS badge and faded passport and school photos from both of them lived in the compartments of the top draw. Other draws contained hand made Mother’s Day cards scrawled over in a childish hand I couldn’t fathom had ever belonged to my sister. Photos of my Dad with hair being Karate kicked by a child shaped like my brother and cassette tapes of a boy with a very Geordie accent playing tanks were in the middle draws. The bottom draw was my favourite place to secretly delve into the past, there my urban archaeology was rewarded with cards my Granda sent my Gran during the war and a love letter written on a girls hanky in red lipstick. Sometimes I wish I had a Tardis.
Oh and the TV and DVD player are borrowed does that count?
The cot came from a second hand baby shop, whoa that sounds wrong it was a second hand stuff babies need shop.
All the toys other than the pink Jellyfish that knows how to cook peanuts (sorry a joke between my kids and their best friends) were either second hand from Glenn and I or bought at an opp shop.
Kisses for Dancing Doll this one used to be my sisters and is the oldest toy we have. I don’t even know her story but she is stuffed with stockings. Jill if you read this we’d love to know about her, the girls all adore her.
Kisses for Daddy’s snoopy, his oldest baby toy.
I think she’s trying to eat Worzel Gummidge (I was hooked on the show at the time). I got him from one of those mythical relatives when I went to England for the first time when I was 7 and for a while he smelt of old lady, an alien yet not totally unpleasant sent.
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Oh totally gorgeous post and pics! Your little Darlings looks all so beautiful, your blog is wonderful, Jonas is too! We used to have a breeders reject, he, like Jonas, was a magic dog. Thank YOU for visiting and yep this was right up my alley. Hope to see you next week 😉
Lots of loveliness.
Gosh. Nearly everything in my house is pre loved/thrifted/inherited.
“Second hand baby shop” haha – yes that would be wrong! It is lovely that you have been able to pass on your childhood toys to your own children. I have a box of cabbage patch dolls in the shed waiting to be reborn once Lily is old enough to love them like I did. Hmmm wonder what I did with all my She-Ra dolls?
She-Ra was cool!! PRINCESS OF POWER!!! though I always wanted He-Man and the green tiger whateverhisnameis.
Oh I giggled at the children comment at the start of the post. I am totally in love with your sideboard okay now that just reads as dodgy now its in printlol
The dancing doll is gorgeous.
Oh sister sarah, you are wonderful, bringing tears of younger year memories rolling down my cheeks. It is amasing that sidboard holds so many things dear to both of us. Although my memories start some years before yours with the untouchable fine china used for special occations when Grandma & Granda’s came to visit. Then moving on to unpacking it with excitment after we arrived here in Australia and making this new stange world feel a little more familiar. (We hadn’t seen our furniture for months as we lived in imagration accomodation) Then it was filled with letters & pictures sent to us from the homeland. Then I too did the “open the draws and delve into the past” each time I visited after I moved far away in this great land. The sideboard always contained the lastest link with the homeland, photos of new babies born or lunches Grandma had been to or letters of distant memory relo’s. It always started Mum off on a huge catch up conversation of information she may otherwize have forgotton to fill me in on in all the excitment of my always much to rushed visits home. Much love to the sideboard of memories. Please never ever get rid of it!
PS- can you tell me now where our parents keep the sideboard contents????? I am so out of touch……….
Not sure as they keep smashing down walls and replacing furniture it’s all very fluid at their house at the moment. Hey you didn’t answer my dolly question or am I wrong was she not yours???