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She had no song to sing; her notes were dumbWith minor drabs and greys – Those little frets which daily seemed to come And silent psalms of praise. The toiling and the “making both ends meet” – The ruts of commonplace – Had blotted out the smile, all cheery, sweet Which once had sunned her…

1890 (On December 20th at the earliest): Father: What about the presents for the children, my Love? Are you shopping soon? Mother: Yes, I thought I would drive into X tomorrow or Thursday and buy two dolls for the girls. I fear if they are nicely dressed they most cost as much as half-a-crown each….

Welcome dear Housekeeper’s to a new series on BrocanteHome – Shopping Eclectic. Once a month or so, I am going to sit down with my camera and take pictures of all the teeny little somethings that have made it in to my trolley, destined for my comfort drawer or else acquired because they provide a…