gimme, gimme...

... gimme a light after midnight (abba version). in the past, when i found a light number like this a-one, it either didn’t work, wavered or creaked when flexed. or it was way too small. creme (pixar!) beauty as shown here crept up on me, as i was inspecting an ersatz vintage blender. the blender looked pretty, but would not do. then, all of a sudden the humongous table reading lamp next to it rose to the occasion. i saw her, grabbed her and checked out, quick as a wink! she shines, does she ever. and what’s really enjoyable, she stretches and plies effortlessly, smoothly and silently. a true star.

scrutinized by the said light, sits this old’n’tattered light weight serving tray, which i fell in love with for its graphic design. they talk, sometimes, inanimate objects. sophie’s treasure-house here.