When I was eight, bliss was a bag of lollies from the milkbar. Now it can be an old Aussie lace tea-tray cloth, patterned with lyre birds.
It can be a basket of lemon verbena leaves to dry and a jar of sugar layered with lemon verbena leaves for sweet cakes or tea.
It can be the bag of spring-pink angora wool found at the op shop, which will become a cloud-soft shawl.
It can be the mad wool-tapestry cover with it's lolly-pink accents. Just the colour of a sherbert bomb.
A delicious sight. Maybe this is what is called eye-candy in the US.
A delicious sight. Maybe this is what is called eye-candy in the US.
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