Ah the books, the dreaded yet beloved books! We both go into the charity shops and come out with a bagful.
We always mean to read and return (after making some sort of mark on the inside cover to show that we have read them, as we have been known to buy the same book twice
) but somehow we still buy more than we take back, I could open a library here!
We don't buy "stuff" as mentioned by Nonnie and Katek , although a while back I did sort of "acquire" a very nice little glass fronted pine cupboard, which with the off cuts of lace curtains glued to the inside, and mounted on the wall, has made rather a neat medicine cupboard in the downstairs loo.
However, looking through my wardrobe there are some real treasures. The Jaegar suit, with the dry cleaning labels still attached when I bought it, a Biba scarf, the most delicious pair of Italian red suede, peep toe, kitten heeled sling backs, all leather, right down to the soles and the lining, the belt of unknown provenance but whenever I wear it is always admired and commented on........