panic is a fickle thing. did i just say i gave plenty of vases away? as i was going through a moving box in the cellar, i couldn’t find the vase from the previous post, of which a few of you readers asked for a full body view. i started wondering if perhaps i had been giving away the wrong boxes? already an error so early in the process? as i say. panic. but then i viewed the one box from the corner of my eye, the one in which this straw beauty needed to be wrapped up in newspaper, in order to protect her from harm …. so here she is. i added my glasses to the setting to lend a sense of proportion. she will be shown next when she finds another great spot, in ther new, old house. she will have to be patient first though. ☻
A real short story... and a kind of Surrealist painting... Very nice!
ReplyDeleteHahaha! We've all had moments like this - but I'm glad your panic was short-lived. And I love the two kitties in your new header!
ReplyDeletei´m sos glad i´m not the only one. good luck with the renovation:)
ReplyDeletep.s. hi!
Yes, indeed..I recognize things..but the vase is lovely!
ReplyDeleteThat sort of panic happens to me all the time! Glad you found the vase after all : )
ReplyDeletehappy you found it :)
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful vass!!
ReplyDeleteIt always happens to me that I never know where I left something I had on my hands just a minute before...I'm a complete disaster when it comes to remember things!