Le Troc.
Pretty, aren't they? We went out trocking the other week: "trocking", Franglais, a verb meaning to visit the Troc, a warehouse type shop stuffed full of things other people don't want anymore.
It's the thrill of the chase that draws me, this idea that somewhere out there waiting for me is a lost Van Gogh painting or Clarice Cliff vase. Judging by the semi casual way that we all rifle through shelves of tat, while keeping a close eye on everyone else, I'm not the only one....
Last time out I picked up these. They're Staffordshire ironstone with different backstamps so although they're quite similar they're not from the same set. I bought them because the green matches a strip of tiles on my kitchen floor and they'll fit perfectly in a little display niche...
And when I'm bored with them I'll sell them on...
4 comments:
I love tese I have a lot of china all packed away sadly. I hope to bring it all out again one day especially the antique hand me downs.
Shaz
How lovely. Sounds like fun. I'm stopping by as a member of NaBloPoMo. I have 10 blogs, but this is the only one that sees much action, Collecting my thoughts. Keeping writing!
They are very pretty! I love pottery and rummaging through antique shops & garage sales for that hidden treasure too. Nice find.
I also have fun digging for treasures! These are lovely finds. Also, brilliant photograph on that table with the wood fanning about -- you're getting quite the photgraphic eye, my dear! much peace & love, JP
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