The Ramsey Purchase...

So here it is, my 'Ramsey Purchase'! I'm rather afraid that you might all be slumping in your seats at this very moment, thinking to yourself.... is that it? Well yes it is but to me its the tops!



My new compact- ooow ahhh. Pic taken with a picture I also picked up at Ramsey.... I'm pretty sure the RAF chappie is Canadian! Not that you can see it but the gals suit is wonderful.... you will have to take my word!

It may not be in pristine condition (though, pretty darn near!) as it does have signs of wear and tear which is blooming fantastic for the likes of Tickety here.  Why?  Well, if it were in tip top condition it would be hurried out of harms way in to one of my display cases. I go all hot and cold at the thought of one of my treasures getting more damaged in my care. So with that in mind, yes, the scratches are a welcome sight as it means I can use the old sausage… In theory I won’t be over precious about it, which is actually a lie as it’s not in my nature to not worry about something…. but I'm determined as it is far too lovely to not be seen and used, don’t you think!

Compact, leather case and lambskin puff...

I think someone was a little over zealous with the blue enamel!

Inside- nice mirror but sadly no sifter!

My new swishy compact has now been emptied, brushed out, whilst the puff has been washed (it came up really well too- you should have seen it before- ewe! Haha!), and the compact is now awaiting fresh powder…. Then it’s off on a holiday to the bottom of my bag to have a jolly with Miss. Lottie Lipstick and Mr. Stratton the comb!

Ah, all I can say it’s a good job Pops spotted it on his travels around Ramsey’s shopping arena (thank you pa)- both Ma and I diverted our tracks away from that very stall in question- it looked like it was full of military tat…. *Cough*, I mean military collectibles!

I say you must have a man on the search with you at all times as usually ‘they’ the men folk  are not put off by rust and other smelly canvas stuff!

In all honesty it would be ok if only I knew what I was looking at- my knowledge on the military side is near to nonexistent.

For some reason I think I might just have to powder my nose a little more often…. Hmmm, I wonder why?! Could it be so I can show off my new, and swishy wings adorned compact?!!!

Tada all.

Tuppy x

A Day Out To Ramsey....

Hullo kiddies Tickety here!



My outfit-  TUT to my gasmask bag pulling down on the shoulder  of my dress- what a scruff!



Some more pictures to add to the Tickety Boo Album taken on Sunday’s trip to the 40’s weekend at Ramsey.

Apparently this year it had a new venue after relocating to an old army camp rather than the previously used airfield.  The surrounding countryside was rather picturesque and the weather was very warm and sunny- so jolly good in that respect. OK, so it was a fairly long journey to get to the event and because of that we all decided that it would probably be the first and last time we visit. (I’m sure they will live without me!)

The site was full of a mixture of stalls ranging from militaria, repro vintage, and vintage clothes…… and no I didn’t buy any clothes as most of the stalls were a bit pricey, plus I’m a skinflint and I like to think I’m getting a bargain! I did try on a lovely two toned suit but I thought it to be a bit posh looking for me as I’m naturally a bit of a scruff pot- it was rather wonderful though! Having said that I didn’t come home entirely empty handed (that just wouldn’t be on now would it!) and I did purchase something really rather special!

After the shop fuddle and a much needed coffee/lunch break we returned to the field and made our way to the camp- which in all honesty you could have left without seeing because it was tucked away out of general view by a swathe of trees and bushes. The camp itself was actually my favourite bit as it had some jolly good displays. It also had some shade and a cute dog wearing a neckerchief – you have got to love a dog in a neckerchief (yes, yes you do) so I duly named the cutest and best dressed dog, Eric!

Eric and his master.





I MUST have one of these-why do they need three of them anyway...
A Welbike- designed to fit into a 15'' drop container apparently.... well all I can say is they can drop one of these over my house any day!

 By the time we reached the camp I was getting a bit sun bedraggled and all the army tents and canvas awnings looked quite inviting for a little nap- I don’t cope with sun, I’m British! Oh, and that’s another thing… how on earth do these men stand to wear heavy woollen uniforms in summer?  They must be either very passionate about re-enacting or they must just have a screw loose (or both?!). I don’t know- I take my hat off to all you woolly re-enacting men folk… talking about taking things off, I kept on taking off my belt in the hope that it would make me cooler (that’s all I could take off otherwise I’d just be in my slip and I couldn’t possibly have done that as it was a modern-ish one!!!).



 I couldn't get a word out of  this chap, maybe it was just me...

Anyhoo,….  I’m certain we missed out some displays, but the ones we did see were very nicely done- my favourite being the CC41 display- oh, the clothes, the clothes! Once I had taken a zillion photos of the pretty things (most of which are blurred) we made our way to see some of the closing parade thingy.  I didn’t see it all because Pappy wanted to take photos of a cars rear end- he then led the way to the ‘Ramsey Purchase’ so he is excused….. this time!



I want, I want, I want..... the red stripe dress in the middle..... please!



Scrumptious stocking box....
notice the nice rug its on.... sigh.



Something else I wouldn't mind looking after....



I want the rug!



My future car- Standard Flying 8 (Daddy, pretty please!)... the fact that I hate driving and can't drive is a (morris) minor issue... well, I just need to find a chauffeur -anybody interested?





Getting the Coach back....

I wanted to commandeer this Green lovely so I could start running vintage coach tours-(something I have been thinking about for a while now)  I would need a driver  though (again anybody interested)... Just think, I could have a uniform with a hat!

Well that’s about it….

Have another post to write up about the ‘Ramsey purchase’

TTFN

Tupps xxx

Tickety Boo Tupney....

.... and a dash of Worcester, or should that be Worcestershire Sauce!!!



Tupps outside the factory....

What can I say- It had to be done!

Cheerio

Tupney xxx

The Events of a Tickety Boo Sunday...

Hullo Kiddies!

What’s been happening in Tupneyville? (Ta Paddy for that one!)

Well, I thankfully managed to make up for last weeks missed flea fair, which was a devastating affair indeed as I never miss a flea….well, apart from when I’m on Holiday- I will even venture to one when I’m quite, quite ill, but the migraine overruled this time and it saw me well and truly laid up in bed- gah, nasty things.  Anyway I made this one, so all is dandy… smaller in size it may have been but quality prevailed, and I saw lots of things to covert and unfortunately lots of things I had to leave behind. Luckily for me my Burglar Bill swag bag was still filled with many treasures- Knitting patterns for one (I’m always a happy bunny if I find some knitting patterns!), a preserves pot with a green plastic inner to add to my growing collection of similar tat, a rug maker, a rather limp, saggy swimsuit that needs re shearing and a 30’s novelty oddity (more on that in another post!).

Upton House from the rear!

Anywhoo, once all the shopping possibilities were exhausted at the flea, the Tickety clan ventured to a Millionaires House Party! 1937 was the year and Upton House and Gardens was the destination … well in my head I had decided upon the year of ’37, and thats the date I printed when the butler asked us to sign the guest book!

I went with full intentions to find myself a millionaire, but the event was sadly lacking in the eligible bachelor with a reasonable bank account balance department- I checked every room possible- even the wonderful silver bathing room,  and not to mention the gardens- however beautiful they may have been they saw no presence of such a chappy… a bit off don’t you think as the event details stated it was a Millionaires House party… so....pray tell me where were the Millionaires?

I shall now stop my chatter and leave you with the pictures....

Different parts of the Garden...
Gardens designed by Lady Bearsted and Kitty Lloyd Jones.

Little Fishes in the Pond-y thing!

Some lovely bits n bobs on display- I LOVE the 20's dress bottom right!

The most beautiful embroidered 30's gown- I could have whipped off with this one- I'm sure it would have fitted too!

The wonder bathroom with Aluminum leaf walls... yes silver walls and was actually more expensive than real silver leaf!
the most modern/ art deco room in the entire house... a real marvel! Not so sure on the loo though...

Anyone for tennis? Serious trunk envy too...

one of Lady Bearsted's bills from Elizabeth Arden! It looked as if she was quite into her treatments and make up!



A Radiogram and a half in the bedroom... not sure if it would house my collection of 78's though!!!

A lovely Airy/ light kitchen- I even got to try a jam tart- yumm.
An enviable array of green and cream ware (Bottom left) they even had my salter scales!
A lovely stocked larder with packaging, all of which I could quite happily have left with (bottom right). A table prepared with treats for dinner.

Showing bits from the Shell Transport and trading company's  collection at Upton House...I adore the middle image- how cute!
Upton house was bought by Walter Bearsted, 2nd Viscount Bearsted in 1927. ...Marcus Samuel (Walters father)  made his fortune through  'Shell'- the family business!
The shell logo came from the fact that the founder started selling shell covered trinket boxes!

Well folks I must go as I have to get ready for tomorrows trip to the beach- I can't wait!

now, where's me bucket and spade....

Cherrio

Tupps xxx