Things

Now, I love things, which is a fine thing now that my globe trotting days are behind me, I plan to live in my apartment for many years to come and perhaps live in this city forever. Thingness is such a joy, and if I may celebrate a bit here, please allow me to share with you my magnificent birthday haulage. Includes, a yellow china dish with dragon flies that is a bit Dillardesque from Sk8, earrings from my sister/fashion advisor, an exceptional amount of book vouchers, a tea cosy from Harrods and a Miffy mug from Aunt etc, a copy of The Guardian that I spent the weekend reading (the book reviews- such a pleasure!) from the in-laws, a pink cake stand from Jennie, Miffy magnets and other fine paraphrenalia from my sister in law, a Penguin Room of One's Own tea towel, and the following books: The Octopus and Other Poems by Jennica Harper, the fun Don't You Want Me? by India Knight and Kitchen Confidential. Stuart bought me the book bag I wanted from Type Books (with a picture of a bicycle on it) and Olivia, the wonderful children's book by Ian Falconer. This is not an exhaustive list. I am an exceptionally lucky young lady. Which is not news to me by any means, but still, how absolutely lovely.