vintage finds | a new flame has come & walkies

mister deer hung observantly by a passage in the thrift shop. i've always wanted a mr. deer, imagine carrying one home! but i also always experienced a pang of distress for the real mccoy.

so since mr. deer here is shining plastic fantastic, elope with me he did. i gather he was only too glad to be lifted off of that doorway.

we ploughed our way through to the station, sweated a little under the midday sun, eventually got there.

on the train he fell rather silent, tucked away as he was. i asked him if i could take off his antlers, since they'd already gotten stuck twice between seats and train doors.

none too proud he agreed. i shushed him confidently, promising his antlers would find their proper spot before too long. do you think he looks a little like an aviator, hornless?

no buy. couldn't figure what i was gonna do with it

thus i've been walking, i've been driven. i have stumbled, and kept balance. i caressed a great many lovelies, and i saved myself from buying too much [add: i hope]. 

ha! abc-loving. will get back to that. it's brewing

not making the full use of our place called home, many of the treasures that come wrapped, stay so, for another year. or two. 

exquisite desk lamp. huge too. must yet be cleaned thoroughly

sometimes i scrutinize objects through the lens. i talk to them when i do. i tell them they will be exposed again. soon...-ish.  it's happened they talk back, no pleas. 

papa, mama, kiddo, me thinks

they are good boys, generally happy to have been scooped up for a second life elsewhere. or a third. a fourth? 

kiddo scooting off to paris. quick learner

must now urgently go find me an egg, before they're all gone and eaten. sophie's [easter] eggs in a basket. happy bells!