Thursday, 8 January 2026

Loverly jumbley

 Good morning. Still frosty but no snow. 

Does anyone remember Jumble Sales, or as we used to call them, Rummage Sales. We had them at the Village Hall in the village I grew up in. Rows of tables were put out and people dumped all their unwanted clothing, shoes and bags, and bric a brac, a day or two before the sale. No separate pitches like there are now. No one knew where the second hand clothes came from, no one cared. You take them home and wash them. 

On the opening day, before the specified opening time, a long queue of bargain hunters formed. Pay on the door to come in, usually a few pennies. Once inside people dashed to the table where they had seen something they wanted. The rummage began. 

I loved these sales. I saved up a little bit of pocket money to spend on clothes that we couldn't afford to buy from shops. I was a skinny teenager who wanted to look classy and fashionable. I bought stiletto shoes and stockings, preferably those with a ladder so people would think I must be grown up. Make sure the seams on the back of my legs were straight. I tottered up the garden path to show off. 

The Rummage Sale was the highlight of my week. I could wear my new secondhand clothes to the Youth Club on a Friday night. Dress to impress eh! Dance the night away, tottering about in my high heels. 😎😁😝  
Gone are those days when I was worried about keeping up with the fashions. Now I couldn't give a stuff. I don't have to keep up with anybody. The charity shop I sometimes go to has a rail or a big bin full of reduced clothing. Everything £1, I am diving in there. 
Happy Thursday everyone. I'll be putting out a video later.
Toodle pip.   ilona

2 comments:

  1. I always remember the smell of jumble sales, as no one washed the clothes before handing them in big bin bags !!! Not like in charity shops nowadays,... and I always wash and iron before taking them into a charity shop so that people who are hard up (and I've been there) have the pleasure of finding something pristine, lined fresh smelling and beautifully ironed (it's a little Buddhist thing to give pleasure where ever you can with just the smallest of gestures). Maria.

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    1. Ha ha, you definitely had to use your nose when rummaging. Charity shops all seem to use the same chemicals for cleaning the garments. While the smell is very nice, it lingers for ages in the wardrobe.

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