I’ve been at it again – playing in my nook – this time under the pretext of finding my jumble and charity shops treasures.
I have discovered that I shall need to organise a photo shoot area to the rear of the room as my Pride –O-Home table is in the wrong position light wise. This will be done soon even though I’m sure it will leave me emotionally drained and in need of a large glass of brandy (tidying and organising you see upset me) I don’t care what Stella and Anthea Turner think I don’t feel better for it afterwards ………………but I digress.
This is the first thing I want to show you –
On returning from a jumble I would empty everything out on the floor and examine every piece at my leisure without the worry of someone grabbing it away from me. On this particular scarf I found the name of its past owner. The reason it’s still there today is because I found the name tag in its 30’s font so beautiful; plus it also appealed to my huge sentimental streak that somehow it would have been wrong to remove it.
I have always thought if I ever became an author of fiction (likely hood nil) my non de plume would be A L Rickford.
Let me introduce you to Pug, Pug Ugly.
I have decided he needs to get out more so he thinking of becoming my Gigibird mascot. He has a kind look about him.
The usual suspects.
He's growing on you isn't he?