Category Archives: Jumble Sales

The Last Ever Rock’n’Roll Jumble Sale

Posted on: June 6, 2011

When the Wills-Moody jumble in St Aloysius Social Club in Euston started 6 years ago it sparked a new wave of jumble sale across London town. Continue reading »

Xtina from Printed Wonders in full on mourning dress code along with flocked tear drop.

Xtina from Printed Wonders in full on mourning dress code along with flocked tear drop.

In my world a jumble sale is run by grannies in aid of charity, stuff is sold for about 20p and they’re really very hit and miss. Much like a car boot sale or charity shop – no pre-sorting has occurred so you could spend hours searching for gems with no guarantees. Once upon a time the only place you could go, to guarantee finding ace stuff was a¬† ‘vintage’ fair or shop but you’d pay through the nose for the privilege. Continue reading »

Pub Jumbles: The Kenton

Posted on: May 26, 2011

Every Thursday night, at a cute lil' boozer on the Hackney edge of Victoria Park is 'Ladies Night' which these days = cocktails, cakes and vintage. Continue reading »

The Kenton, 38 Kenton Road, East London, London E9 7AB

The Kenton, 38 Kenton Road, East London, London E9 7AB

If you’re looking for a nice little old fashioned pub to meet up with your gal pals on a Thursday night then I can recommend The Kenton in Hackney. Go straight from work and you can have a pie ‘n’ mash dinner, cut price cocktails and the obligatory cupcake. Best of all? In the corner you’ll find Jo and friends with a good selection of jumble fun with jumble price tags to match. I was tempted by a Hawaiian jump suit, but I think I’d had one cocktail too many…

A Little Local Jumble Fun

Posted on: February 16, 2011

Come & visit Fish Island to see the Olympic Park, snack on a tasty meal at Counter Cafe, wave at my cats & do some mini thrifting! Continue reading »

A jumble stall outside my local cafe one sunny Sunday.

A jumble stall outside my local cafe one sunny Sunday.

I recently moved into a new studio situated in a magical little patch of East London called Fish Island. No-one’s ever heard of it, don’t worry. It’s an industrial estate full of warehouses, made into an island by two canals and a motorway. As the businesses started to close down, the artists moved in. I have a unit with my two kitty cats Joey and DeeDee Ramone and from my window I can see our brilliant little local eaterie the Counter Cafe. One sunny day recently I was popping in for my coffee & almond danish fix when I discovered¬† a miniature jumble sale occuring in the courtyard. Hurrah! That morning I forewent my breakfast in exchange for a pair of heels and a satchel!