My granny coined the term blank horror day (instead of bank holiday, get it?) but in fact I found today to be perfect, she lived in Hemel Hempstead so I guess most days were verging on blank anyway. In London I floated about on the trains in a blissful calm, hardly anyone was about. Then I headed to my folks house to scrabble through my back catalogue of toot, which they kindly store for me. Here is also some other toot that you missed over Christmas.
A very funny pot indeed.
A device for measuring the inside of a hat.
Some shoes, that have already been sold to a lovely boy who frequents the market - he makes clothes for dolls, look here.
These stone eggs I dug out of the shed, very pleasing things - if I didn't sell all my egg shaped things I'd have a fine collection by now.
A little more bent wire for the collection.
And my contribution to Bent Wire Weekly. I was playing with some wire whilst making the wreaths over Christmas and when I arrived back the shapes I made had been hung up, very pleasing.
This photo was taken in my childhood bedroom; note well the mark bottom left - where I fired a penny at the wall using my brother's catapult. And the slightly lame blue colour: as an aspiring interior designer I decided my bedroom needed an 'under the sea' theme.
That brother of mine had a brilliant reflection cast on his wall in the afternoon.
And I opened a lovely parcel from that naughty Vicar - it was Just Kids, the Patti Smith book, which I shall gobble promptly and a documentary about Henry Darger which I have already consumed. What a perfect package, what a good egg.