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Oh dear. I have to come clean. I seem to have a compulsion to buy, buy, buy these delicious vintage planters. I am not the world's biggest fan of the mass produced item. Although readily available and better value, where is the fun in purchasing mass produced s***e from a nameless warehouse?

Much more thrilling to spy a beautiful Sylvac planter and with heart pounding and hand reaching into handbag for purse, enquire in a nonchalant manner how much said item is. Then pretend to be perturbed by the price and haggle over it when you would in actual fact, give your right kidney for it.

Then rush home and unwrap it with pride. Oooooh the possibilities!!!

Please have a quick gander at my mounting collection and pity me in my fever.

I can't help it.

Save me from myself.