Jacob’s Market, Cardiff Central
It’s January, it’s cold, I’m supposed to be in the gym and drinking kale smoothies but if there is one thing that makes January even glummer than it already is, it’s me trying to pour my post-Christmas arse into pre-Christmas gym leggings. So, I threw January traditions straight out the window and decided to get my steps in at Jacob’s Market instead.
Jacob’s Market is my happy place. Four floors of treasures and trinkets as far as the eye can see. I channel my inner Angel Adoree and scour for china or pretty glassware to add to my collection. I even showed a glimmer of restraint by not buying the stack of vintage Playboy magazines after a sudden bright idea to frame them and use them as edgy pieces of wall art. Angel may not be on a budget but I am.
I managed to leave without buying anything this time. Not even a Royal Family mug which is my usual hurdle! But I’ll be back… For the antiques and the cardio.
