LAST month I could have been celebrating 32 years of married life but, sadly, my husband has died.
So I thought that I would get through the anniversary day with a series of treats – have my hair done, buy a new outfit, have lunch out, etc.
Walking along Victoria Street, Derby, I saw a nail salon and I thought “why not?”.
And, as I sat there being pampered and pruned, I experienced a feeling of deja-vu.
Where I was sitting used to be Bellman’s Wool Shop.
Does anyone remember it? The ground floor, which is now the nail salon, had every variety of knitting wool, pins and patterns you could ever want.
In the basement, which is now the nail salon’s loos, was a kind of “holding house”.
My mum used to buy her wool from Bellman’s but she, like many others, could not afford to pay for what she needed all at once.
So Bellman’s stored the wool down in the basement so that you could retrieve an ounce a week and, thereby, guarantee that it came from the same dye batch.
I sat there contemplating these memories feeling rather guilty that I was paying more than £20 for my nails when my poor mother had struggled to buy her knitting wool!
I think Bellman’s closed in the early 1970s.
Do you remember Bellman’s wool shop and its basement “holding house”? We would love to read your memories.