Chez Spud

Final treasure…my pink, moire silk Anya Hindmarch shoes. I doubt I will ever wear these again as they are too high for me these days thus, in theory, they could be left to burn in the imaginary house fire. But they are so elegant and are beautifully made, so I might have to brave the [...]

Ah my lovely, if rather neglected piano. My parents bought this for me when I was a teenager. We pooled our Christmas money from my grandmother, and pennies were pinched and savings made to find the money to buy this super reconditioned Mickleburgh upright.
I was a latecomer to piano playing, I didn’t start until I [...]

I love love LOVE this headdress, I keep it on display in my china cupboard with a few other pieces of ghastly tat cherished items. I should probably get it mounted and framed or something but, ssshhh, sometimes I like to put it on and prance about a bit. I’m a big fat show off [...]

This was my birthday  present from MrSpud last year and I adore it. I had been hinting for a ‘nice pen’ and then held my breath and hoped for the best, and this was a really excellent choice…complete with a sapphire to match my engagement ring (although MrSpud admitted he had no clue that this [...]

I’m not sure that my wedding dress is a very sensible addition to the Ten Treasures list, given that I’m unlikely to wear it again (not least because I’ll never fit in it again). But it is very special to me, and symbolises the day I finally dragged MrSpud up the aisle and enslaved him [...]

So treasure 5, a letter from my maternal grandmother sent to me when I was 17.
She was a difficult person, hard to love and often hard to like if I’m honest. Life wasn’t kind to her, she lost her mother young, her husband young, her twin boys died in infancy and then my mother late [...]

Only a worry if the hypothetical fire happens at night, as I only take the pile of bling off at night..I just can’t sleep in jewellery. Full make up, skanky bitch style? Fine, no problem. But not my jewels.
So my engagement ring (the sapphire), wedding ring and the Ring of Shame or ‘Medley of Misery’ [...]

Voici Zebedee (”Time for bed? Boiiiiiiiiiing!”). He’s a bit battered and bashed because he’s been in my posession since the early 70s and, frankly, he’s been around the block a few times. But, then, haven’t we all?
Is the Magic Roundabout an international thing? I can’t think its utterly English eccentricity would translate well In Foreign? [...]

I have a really large and special collection of Christmas tree decorations. My mother started the collection when I was a child, and bought me one, very beautiful decoration each year so that I would have a real treasure chest of decorations when the time came for me to have my own tree.
When she died, [...]

 
New mini project…’Ten Treasures’…ten things I would grab should my house be on fire,  assuming all the Spuds were accounted for, my handbag, my photos and my MacBook. Some of the treasures are materialistic, some are sentimental, some are both. Some are pretty things that serve no purpose anymore, I just keep them because I [...]