Wednesday, 23 February 2011

Somethings' coming..........

Could be!
Who knows?
There’s something’ due any day;
I will know right away
Soon as it shows.
It may come cannonballin’
Down through the sky,

Gleam in its eye,
Bright as a rose!
Who knows?

It’s only just out of reach,
Down the block, on a beach,
Under a tree.
I got a feelin’ there’s a miracle due,
Gonna come true,
Comin’ to me!

Could it be? Yes, it could.
Something’s coming, something’ good,
If I can wait!
Something’s comin’, I don’t know what it is
But it is
Gonna be great!

With a click, with a shock,
Phone’ll jingle, door’ll knock
Open the latch!
Something’s comin’, don’t know when,
But it’s soon--
Catch the moon,
One-handed catch!
Around the corner,
Or whistling’ down the river,
Come on -- deliver
To me!

Will it be? Yes, it will.
Maybe just by holdin’ still
It’ll be there!
Come on, something’, come on in,
Don’t be shy,
Meet a guy,
Pull up a chair!

The air is hummin’,
And something’ great is comin’!
Who knows?
It’s only just out of reach,
Down the block, on a beach.
Maybe tonight.


Oh how I love West side story! and on a day when my glass feels half full,how I love this song!

Somethings coming.Please God.

Saturday, 12 February 2011

Just how much is too much?

As anyone in the Vintage trade will tell you I am sure,what started out as an interesting little sideline,more often than not has the ability to invade not only our lives but our living space also. Whilst initially,bringing the odd interesting piece home seems like a good idea,the day may come whereby it all becomes a little too much.
I fear my friends that day has come.
Although I very much doubt that I will miraculously transform into a minimalist,something has to give and frankly I do not know where to start.I hasten to add that I also have a storage unit for the business,also packed to the rafters.

The living room is not too bad,although the cocktail cabinet may need to go.Too many cushions of course.

The Kitchen.How I long for clear bench tops.

And Oh Holy Mary Mother of God.The Dining room.I cannot show you a picture of the entire room,for trust me you will have nightmares.Still housing the remnants of a shop that I left four years ago,it is my own personal Hell.

How do I tackle this people? Have you faced a similar dilemma?

I want to run away.Really.