In an old box: A pair of children's slippers,
a bonnet of the same fabric with sequins sewn around the crown,
a letter, a baby tooth and a carved calcite of a Eros.
Sweet souvenirs.
How do you let your inner child lead you?
A theatrical hat: Golden fabric sewn over an elaborate wire design with a few bits and bobs adding bling to a bling thing that it already is. When did it last perform? Was it a hit? Did the darling who danced with such a glamorous hat wear heels? How tall was she from head to toe? Or should I say top of her hat to the point of her shoe? Did she bring the house down?
What would your diva name be?
Mine in Coco Puff.
A hundred or so old letters stacked and tied with twine. From the dust gathered, and the crease of the pages, I daresay they haven't been read in over a hundred years.
Kept secrets.
Left as is.
Two bronze cupids, broken off a lamp, or a candlestick…
I spy
Eve undercover.
This little bird flew to the States…
Flowers in a vase, oil painting on canvas which is barely hanging on to the frame.
And yet it does.
This charcoal drawing that I loved, went for over 1600 Euros on Ebay.
Dang.
Oh well back to the brocante drawing board.
This one is still on EBAY… I wonder if she is looking at him.
Two for the price of one.
"Santa? I know what I want."
"Dare you to go first!"
"No, you, first."
"I went first last time."
"No you didn't."
Wings waiting to fly.
Are you a leader or more of a follower?
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