OR A BIT OF LIGHT HOUSEHOLD ARCHEOLOGY.
Look what the Hippy discovered today.
Isn't she beautiful?
Such a tiny tiny fragment of a life already lived.
Left behind, caught up behind the door frame in our little box room.
I wonder what the rest of the wall paper looked like.
Who chose it.
Who hung it?
When did it grace the walls of my little tumble down end of terrace?
Who would lie in bed making up stories about the little Welsh Woman.
And what were those stories.
Not for the first time in life I find my self wishing inanimate objects could talk.
I shall return with tales of children's sewing workshops and some light knitting.
Love Nora xx