
WARNING: YOU ARE NOT ABOUT TO VIEW A PRETTY BLOG - FAR FROM.
Revealing this darkside to my fellow bloggers is part of my therapy following my deep anxiety about becoming unhealthily obsessed with plastic coat hangers. Ladies and Gentlemen I present Marble Rose's Garage. Alright, off you go, have a rummage....oh....you'd rather not. OK.


Some of you may have read that I rent my house, this is the third one in two years, don't ask. They are beautiful houses, but some things just don't 'fit' literally, or they just don't 'fit in' to some places. Therefore, ALOT of stuff stays in my garage.


Can you see my lovely SMEG? No room for my beloved fridge freezer here. I don't like to talk about it. Oh and the piano - no room. ........sniff.

But of recent I am rediscovering stuff I had totally - utterly - completely forgotten about. What's terrible is I am now buying things I already have which typically a few weeks later I unearth in said abyss of 'treasures'
It's like going to a carboot, but with stuff I love and it's free!!!!!

I just love this light - I think it may be Italian? I wish the detailing was better in this picture, it is so delicate. But alas - no electric tampering in a rented home.

I used to hang these old Victorian Adverts for washing powder and soap in my utility room, but we don't bother hanging pictures anymore, because when we leave we have to re-plaster the walls.

Lovely old crates with all sorts of material.

Books - don't even go there girlfriend (boyfriend) (?)

I don't really bother unpacking most of my china bits, but sometimes on a rainy day, I lucky dip for something.

A needle point of HM's Coronation, wish I could find a place for this (sigh).
Obviously there is the usually tat - cat litters, car seats, buckets and spades that we buy every time we go on holiday - but occasionally I find something really great!

NOTE TO SELF: I am I am I am going to rescue my collection of antique board games and dolls this week and find them a home.

Some things belong in the garage. I have no idea why I bought this orange 1960's chair. Although you do feel a bit like you are on Big Brother when you sit in it.
So then, time to get outta here.........what did you find? I found this......

Something to keep the sun off my aging brow, oh look the sun's going in, I'll put it back in the garage.
TTFN
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