- Sitting at my desk - novel in itself - next to the wide open window, looking out at a sky and skyline that could be an illustration in a children's picture book.
- Paper tulips.
- A candle that smells so familiar, yet I can't quite put my finger on it. It's a scent from being 14 at an all girls school - a make up, or perfume, or an Impulse bodyspray or something.
- A clear waterproof plaster. I feel almost as grown up as when I have stamps in my wallet when I have plasters to hand.
- Stacking my version of tschotkes on top of picture frames - artists badges, tailor's chalk, perfect pebbles, a candle and a magnetic marble.
Sunday 28 June 2009
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