And. . .

Finally.

My last pieces all sourced from a local charity shop for pennies. I would love to find some in the pink and green colourways, but it is always the greydawn I come across, maybe its fate!

At the moment these old lovelies are housed in a kind of inbuilt china cabinet and they will need to find a new home in the bungalow, mm....tiny house, no storage space, erm,  erm.. well it just HAS to come with us!

It grew to this......

Then this....

I really REALLY should be packing!
But as a great procastinator my philosophy is "why do today what I could do tommorrow?"
Which is why I am browsing through old photos and generally fannying about on my laptop.
At the moment half my life is up for sale on ebay. . . . . . . .basically,  to fit in my beloved bungalow some of the pretties have just got to go!

GREYDAWN

I have been ruthless, but some things are just too precious to me like my Johnson Bros Greydawn Collection.

It  started with a 50p charity shop jug a few years ago.

and then it grew and grew.

Who is sleeping in MY bed?????

Found! In my bed after Daddy left for work. . . . . . . . .Kitty Bobbins snoring for England. . . . . and ikea!

Mmmm...Ovaltine!

Set myself off then...........raided the back of the cupboard, found an old jar of the stuff and made myself the most delicious, steaming, creamy mug of ovaltine ever.
It's been lounging in the back of the cupboard for about two years now, but hey, needs must!
Yum!

Mrs B Bags A Bungalow................

For a while now I have felt pretty much a peeping tom of blogland. 
Dipping in and out, curtain twitching, without even a bye or leave!
My guilt over this misdemeanor has prompted me to join the ranks of the rantings....................................
or rather.............
I am waiting for the keys to my new home,  I am excited and in major need of a distraction!
I am rather like a child on countdown to Christmas...just 28 sleeps left till.........
............I GET MY BUNGALOW!

My lovely flirty, thirties bungalow.

Labelled by Prince Charles as "homogenised boxes", and associated with ahem, people of an older disposition, (nearly there, not quite yet),  bungalows have a very small fan club, but I'm in it.........in fact I declare myself President of The Bungalow Fanclub!  Yeah!

I think they are charming, nostalgic and really rather sweet.
Fuddy Duddy? 
Maybe, but I am a chintzy, ovaltine loving kinda gal!