|This cat: Pippin. Note droopy, melancholy posture.|
We used to have lots of things on the old hearth - a jar for pennies, a laquerware tea dish from Burma - and a couple of candlesticks with everything else on the mantlepiece, but I'm reluctant to clutter the new one up. I'll definitely find somewhere for the tea dish, but the candlesticks may go in the attick for now. (I wouldn't get rid of them as they were a wedding present from a friend who has since passed away.)
|This cat: Ziggy. Note 'love me, I'm gorgeous!' pose.|
I've also managed to get my act together and have posted Melanie's carnival glass dish, my dad's birthday present, and a little surprise gift for someone who I don't think will read this but I'm not going to say much about it just in case, so I'm finally feeling under a bit less pressure. Phew! A week or so with no aggro, then I'll have to buy Mr Robot's Christmas pressie, and get ready for two deadlines in a month. And the work party. Still, as Rosie the Riveter reminds me, We Can Do It.