as i tippity tap this postcard i am looking around my studio, all spick & span from its clear up a week or so ago,
but i am also overlooking the front yard & in doing so i am acutely aware of our front door, literally below the floor my swivelly chair is sitting upon. yesterday i ventured out to see my paint man, to discuss the merits of door paint, to gloss or not to gloss, which led to 'dye or not to dye' one's hair which led to the subject of tattoos & adding jewels to your body bits. i left with my lovely blue paint chosen ready for pick up today & far more knowledge of my paint mans 'likes and dislikes' in the aforementioned subject then i think i cared to know.
so i think it only fair to my little front door & Mr Sunshine high in the sky, i leave my studio for today to its spickety span self & step outside, sandpaper & undercoat in hand, & make a start on giving it a lovely fresh happy coat in preparation of greeting the arrival of Mr Spring.
however before i do, just a last note to say i am delighted by your need to rescue little trinkets filled with lavender & other whatnots along the same line. it is a worthy occupation & most fitting to one such as yourself & her granny chic soul
cheerio for now my fine friend