One of my favourite places to go on a weekend is Tynemouth flea market; I could quite happily spend hours just wandering around browsing the stalls. It’s one of those places where you never know what you might find. Some weeks when you go, there’s nothing that catches your eye. Then there are other weeks when you can stumble on treasure…
Like a beautiful Singer sewing machine from 1904. It was fully working and in pristine condition so I really couldn’t resist:
She’s an absolute beauty, with printed flowers and fine engraving work. I can’t wait to get her properly cleaned up inside so I can start sewing! I was like a little kid when I spotted it because it was only last weekend that I had mentioned to Rach how great it would be to own an old machine! It’s obviously been someone’s pride and joy because it still has the original box and has been kept in beautiful condition. The people who I bought it from had inherited it and had been using it purely as an ornament so they were over the moon when I started to tell them about my pattern cutting. They said that they were happy to know that it was going to be used again. I called Mammy L to tell (mainly as a warning so that she wouldn’t go nuts when she found it sat in her kitchen..) and she agreed it was a brilliant find. Now all I need to do is work on finding that typewriter.. No luck with that this week. I seriously regret not asking the price of that Corona I saw a little while ago.
This week at Tynemouth market, it was the book fair so I was in my element searching through shelves of dusty novels and pouring over vintage copies of Enid Blyton’s Famous Five books.
Luckily they didn’t have Five Go To Smuggler’s Top (my favourite as a child) so I didn’t have to splash out.. I did manage to pick up a multilingual book of French stories for 50p though (!) which I hope will help encourage me to study harder.. Since today was Cata’s birthday we had birthday cake for breakfast and spent the whole day indulging. Before we left we treated ourselves to a cone from the Seaton Ices stall.
If you’re from the North East you need to pay them a visit pretty soon or drop by their stall! The serve the most amazing, creamy Italian ice cream.