This was my major purchase on my trip away. Six lovely steel markers, bought in Bangalow. Actually this is an instance where it is hard to describe something that appeals to me in a way that convinces anyone of their beauty. You will either 'get it' and see how lovely they are. Or you will have furrowed brows and a cocked head thinking "Has she gone mad?" "What the hell are those things?" Or, as I predict will be my Dad's response: "Did she pay for them?"
Luckily I have never relied on the opinions of others to be convinced that my taste is splendid. I love them and this week we are hoping the weather warms up again so we can celebrate the arrival of daylight savings with an early evening game of boules on the back lawn using them as markers. What do you think of them?
I 'get' them. As soon as I saw them. I also understand paying for other people's rubbish - if it is the only way you can possess them - in order to admire them, then isn't that what money is for? I paid a ridiculous amount of money for a bakelite cake container at Mill Markets last week but it makes me smile. It is cream with a fire engine red lid. I feel all gooey inside when I see it glowing each morning as the sun illuminates it. You could be forgiven for thinking the word 'cakes' is piped on in red icing. Yum.
ReplyDeleteI think that 'getting them' entitles you to join us in a game of boules and a glass of pimms on the back lawn. Paul can come too, I am sure he is a man of discerning taste.
ReplyDeleteSounds good!
ReplyDeleteI agree ... your taste is splendid.
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