A charity shop Christmas
Oh how I love to browse my local charity shops.
Mostly my eagle eye is on designer clothes at bargain prices or brand new and sealed items that make marvellous gifts. Sometimes however I find treasure.
This week I definitely found treasure.
My dad loved Dean Martin and was forever whistling or singing or humming his tunes. I think he fancied himself one of the rat pack. This gorgeous record reminds me of my dad.
It is perfect there is not a mark on it and it features Nat King Cole who gives me warm fuzzy feelings when he sings.
I popped it on my little record player which bemused the kids completely (I don’t think they had seen it before and they could not understand it!) These songs are fun, classic, sweet and simple. They make me think of snow and family, chestnuts and tradition. They make me think of my childhood and simpler days.
What a wealth of memory and feeling for just £1.50. I even baked shortbread listening to it – and I haven’t done that for a few years!!
Oh the treasures you can find in a charity shop. You don’t need to spend much to bring something new (and old) into your life. Being preloved sometimes makes it even more special, wouldyou have a charity shop Christmas ?
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I love a bit of vinyl myself – so much more atmospheric than CD 🙂
How very lovely!
He he glad your kids got to see the record player in action!
I think my daughter is probably the only one in her whole school who knows what a record is!
I can see you, all warm and cosy, smudge of flour on your nose, humming away in your kitchen. It’s making me smile. x
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thank you
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oh I agree
That’s lovely – we sometimes have evenings when we don’t bother with the telly and put a record on instead. There is such a satisfying ritual about it all. Glass of wine, roaring fire, classic LP – I think I know how I might be spending my evening tonight!!
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Thanks for sharing that I think that sounds blissful
oh lovely! I haven’t heard a record for years. x
Miss Becky, what a heart-warmin’ story ’bout your father’s love of our Dino. Never was, never will be anyone as cool as the King of Cool….oh, to return to the days when Dino walked the earth. Know that your thoughts are bein’ shared this day with all the pallies gathered ’round ilovedinomartin.