We had this in our old cabin/caravan at the coast. It was woollen in different tones of brown and 100% authentic form the 70's. It smelled like dust, but in a nice way. Kind of like grandmas? Mum was repulsed, dad was nostalgic, but I was in love. This anemone of joy will feature in my future home.
For those clever ones out there, my name is Welsh for the smiling basket. Why? Well, a basket is a vessel that appears stable. In fact, it is tightly wound, rarely reveals weakness and is widely accepted not to smile; that's me. I intend to, through this blog, unwind, release my load and smile, hopefully bringing strangers on the joy ride with me. So friends, I am setting out on a journey, and I hope to see you at the other end.
Friday, 1 March 2013
0041: SHAGPILE CARPET
We had this in our old cabin/caravan at the coast. It was woollen in different tones of brown and 100% authentic form the 70's. It smelled like dust, but in a nice way. Kind of like grandmas? Mum was repulsed, dad was nostalgic, but I was in love. This anemone of joy will feature in my future home.
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