The box next to the phone box is an Edinburgh police box. Police boxes are still fairly common in Edinburgh, but as they’re obviously not used for their original purpose anymore, they’ve all been turned into coffee stands.
The other phone boxes you can see in the background will be featured next week!
It was so nice to get back to vintage fair trawling today!
I took a break from the drudgery of my all-encompassing project this afternoon to go to the Boiler Shop in central Newcastle, where I’ve been for different vintage fairs before. Today it was hosting Judy’s Affordable Vintage Fair, which I’ve previously been to at different venues. They all kind of chop and change about in that way.
Anyway, on with the haul:
I’m really pleased with today’s purchases! The jacket will do me perfectly for spring and autumn (and probably for the cooler bits of summer as well, let’s face it!). The blouses, meanwhile, are to mitigate the fact that post-cull I’ve been lacking in pretty tops. Probably my favourite vintage fair trip so far – I really feel like I’m learning to spot stuff that I really like, and not just buying things for the sake of it.
We’re still on the Royal Mile, phone box fans – we’ll be here for a week or two yet.
I really like this row of three. It’s quite hard to catch a picture of them without tourists hanging off the doors in order to do the same thing during busy times (and you can see someone actually using the one on the left here! Wonderful to see it being used!), but it was worth hanging around on this particular day, ’cause I think they’re very pretty all lined up like that.
I’ve been meaning to do this post for a while, but in the post-move chaos the house has been a bit too messy for pictures!
I mentioned previously that our new house was built in 1987/1988, which I was obviously thrilled about when I found out. While things like the kitchen and bathroom have been remodelled more recently, there are still a lot of lovely original ’80s features in the house, which are a huge bonus in my view.
Let’s take a look at a few of them.
I love this art deco style hearth – it’s a real feature in the room. It needs a bit of cleaning, and the fire doesn’t actually work at the moment (we need to have a look into that, but now that the winter’s over it’s not an urgent thing), but I think the design of it is gorgeous.
Geth doesn’t like these brass fittings at all, but I love them – I’ve lived with standard white ones my whole life, and these are a lot more interesting!
These stained glass windows are probably my favourite feature in the house – they provide such a brightness to the living room.
Finally, there’s these brass light fittings – another thing that I love and Geth dislikes! There are two of them, one in the downstairs hallway and one in the upstairs landing. Most of the light fittings in the house do seem to be original, but these are my favourites.
It’s really nice that so many features have survived since the house was first built. As a shameless ’80s throwback, it makes me feel much more at home.
In 2016, I continued my Burns Night Edinburgh phone box hunt by heading to the Royal Mile, which is a popular tourist spot and hence still has all its phone boxes intact. This will keep us nice and busy for the next few Phone Box Thursdays. I hope you’re as excited as I am!
Turning a phone box into a cash machine is something I’m seeing more and more. It’s a great way of keeping phone boxes useful and functional so that councils don’t get rid of them. Look out for more phone-boxes-turned-cash-machines in this series!
While visiting home for Burns Night in January 2016, I took a photo of the phone box outside Waverley train station, which was looking sad, neglected and stuck in the middle of a building site:
I was a bit worried that the phone box wouldn’t be long for this world, as there seemed to be something new being built on the site. But! Lo and behold, the ‘something new’ turned out to be a Wetherspoon’s (isn’t it always?), and when I went in with Geth and my friend Sharpy for a pre-train pint in July of that year, guess what had taken pride of place in the beer garden?
I really like the way that the Wetherspoon designers have made a lovely feature out of this phone box, showcasing the beers that you can buy in the pub. Another way to maintain old unused phone boxes!
I took this one the day after the Great Winter Run 2016, when I was on my way to the bus station to go back to Newcastle.
The picture’s a bit blurry, but you can tell from the Louis Vuitton storefront in the background that it’s in the ‘classy’ shopping area of town (other than the bus station). It was also pouring with rain, which means it was definitely a lot warmer than it had been the day before, when the race took place in absolutely frozen conditions around Arthur’s Seat!
Yeah, so that turned out to be a bit of a waste of time, given that I threw 90% of them out today.
When I was packing up the old house, I knew that I’d end up chucking quite a lot of stuff out to make things neater, but I didn’t expect that I’d end up being so ruthless with my clothes and accessories. The thing is, I’m just sick of the hoard. The hoard is everywhere, I’m currently spending my entire time sorting through it and tripping over piles of it and moving boxes of it about so that I can access more boxes of it, and it’s causing me a lot of anxiety and stress, especially on ‘sorting days’ like today when my hoarding nature means that I have to go through every single thing and devote mental energy to agonising for a few minutes about whether I should keep it.
And with jewellery and hair accessories it literally is EVERY SINGLE THING I’ve ever owned in my life, because you don’t outgrow necklaces and scrunchies the way you do clothes, so my collection genuinely dates back to when my parents first decided they needed to tie my hair back in 1987:
Yes, I still have those green tartan ribbons. Of course I do. They’re not being chucked out (they’re in an inaccessible part of the hoard right now, so I couldn’t even if I wanted to), because if it dates from the ’80s, it obviously stays. (What, you thought I’d been cured of ALL of my issues?)
Thankfully, I’m coming to the end of the ‘sorting days’ as far as my wardrobe is concerned, but next month, there will be the study. Oh dear god, the study. Boxes and boxes and boxes full of old correspondence, and schoolwork, and the first fumbling childhood steps in my lifelong fiction-writing habit, and the most painfully private diaries and poetry – all of which will need to be carefully scanned and then frantically shredded (and ideally burnt, but I’m not sure the atmosphere could cope). Mounds of receipts and paperwork and keepsakes, which will need to be sorted and filed. Piles of old broken electronics, and the manuals for the old broken electronics, and the twisted and tangled mess of connector cables for the old broken electronics. Artwork and other wall decorations that I don’t like any more but have been dragging with me through approximately five house moves. Cassette singles I bought in the early ’90s, which I won’t throw out, but will instead stare at wistfully for ages, marvelling at their glorious age and endurance, remembering a different century, wasting time when I’m supposed to be getting on with the hoard.
I know I’ll get to the end of it sometime. It just feels like such a mountain to climb. A literal mountain of stuff.
But I’m going to climb it, because there’s no other way through for me.
I spotted this phone box with its door missing on the day I first did the Great Edinburgh Winter Run. Because the event is so busy, my dad had parked further up the Pleasance while I did the race, and so I was able to grab a picture of this one as we went past afterwards.
According to Google Maps, this one was still there as of June 2017! It needs a bit of TLC, though.