My name is Danielle and I am an addict

It just kind of happened you know……

I didn’t realise how bad it was until now. It’s too late now and the addiction has formed.

Walking down a high street has taken a whole new meaning for me.

I get a bit of a cold sweat across my brow and palms
My eyes dart from left to right looking for the signs of somewhere I can get my “hit”.
Just a little one I tell myself, I will just look I won’t touch.

It never works.
I can never restrain myself
I have to have them

The tea cups, saucers, fabrics, they must be mine!

Charity shops are my poison. Move over Primark castaways, get out of my way stuffed animals. Let me through to the bric a brac.

Everywhere I look more inspiration and items that give me ideas, look pressed glass!

What’s that…..a floral duvet cover!? BINGO!!

I know one day I will be able to stop but not until at least May. I am not ready yet.

Not just yet


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