I have to put my hands over my eyes when I walk past the charity shops in Barnet.
First it was a mint-condition vintage wind-up record player complete with enormous brass horn; then a beautiful autoharp, painted with lords and ladies and decorated with gold leaf.
A couple of weeks ago an ancient Indian harmonium stood beckoning in a shop window, and today it's a perfect little Bontempi organ.
Oh
Oh
Oh!
My mini-house is full: there is no room for these things, but I do lust after them so.
2 comments:
Helen, my own musical journey started on a shoogly, orange Bontempi organ. Thanks for sparking that memory. Maria Q
That sounds lovely Maria. I had a guitar when I was 14 that was so cheap you could scratch the varnish with fingernail! x
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