Yesterday, I popped into an estate sale that was taking place in a row of lovely old homes on the road where I live. I’ve always been curious to see what these English cottage-style townhouses look on the inside, so it was a good opportunity.
But by the time I visited, it was half past four, and most of the house’s possessions had been sold. I witnessed people loading upholstered chairs and piles of books into their cars.
But even stripped bare, what little remained gave a glimpse into the world of the elderly couple who lived there–their interest in art, antique furniture and went to soirees.
I wasn’t intending to buy anything really, but I picked up a pretty little pearl brooch for a fiver that looks really lovely on a cashmere cardigan.