January toot.

This week there's been some mean toot action. I've been visiting my folks for doing the drawing class and buying toot in the countryside - where it is bountiful.

Some Sixties shopping bags in pink and purple which are normally colours I can't like but in these combinations I really like them.

Fish shaped moulds.

And, continuing on the fishy theme, this dried puffer . . . beautiful, and a little painful to handle. Heaven knows why I wanted it, but I did.

Probably it's joyous grin seduced me. Cheered me up in the cold of the early morning. I think I shall add some googly eyes to complete it.

Dad, upon seeing it, decided it was a good time to share disgusting possession confessions - here he is with his foxes tail. Very good.

Back to more decorous objects, this mug is 1850 or there about, probably Staffordshire. With a truly amateur mend to the handle.

I love how o.t.t. the decoration is, busy and bold and colourful, I also like that the 'chinese' people on it look a little more like a pair of shifty interlopers from Staffordshire.

A small needle case found in a basket after I bought it - score.

The worlds smallest picture frame. I'm yet to find the worlds smallest picture but when I do I'll pop it in there.

A whole gang of fifties baskets.

And some pieces of handsome coral.

Very beautiful.
It's February soon and the January fug shall be over, until then if you need a bit of a tickle I'd recommend Kemp Folds.