James B.
Google
“Basically My House, But With Price Tags and Less Judgement”
Wandered into the Kendal Antiques Centre thinking I’d discover rare treasures from a bygone era. Instead, I found half the contents of my own home, only here they’ve been carefully arranged and assigned wildly optimistic price tags.
There’s that dusty lamp I’ve been tripping over for years, now "vintage." The exact floral china my wife’s been threatening to “accidentally smash” is proudly displayed in a glass cabinet for £25 a cup. Apparently, my junk just needed better lighting and a passive-aggressive label saying “Mid-Century Charm.”
Honestly, it’s like someone broke into my attic and opened a shop. I pointed this out to my wife. She wasn’t amused. She’s now demanding I "donate" half our belongings to Kendal Antiques, presumably so someone else can pay £40 for the honour of storing them.
Still, lovely place. Great for nostalgia, passive arguments, and discovering you’ve been living in a goldmine of highly questionable taste.
Would give five stars, but I'm still sulking about the £60 they wanted for a chair I’ve had on the bonfire pile twice.
