Old Bits of Wood

My stepdad restores antiques made of wood, so their house is full of gorgeous old wooden things, more than they really have space for, but my magpie hoarding ways are inherited directly from my mother, so it is not suprising really.

This lovely corner unit hangs in the living room:


This gorgeous little clock ticks happily away on the mantle piece, blissfully unaware that it never says the right time:

There are dozens of lovely old boxes dotted about the place, sometimes on their own:

...and sometimes buddied up on lovely old tables:

Who are those gorgeous children in the picture, you ask?

Why, it's my sister and me, of course! I'm the chubby cheeks on the right.