Don't be startled, but I started unpacking.
|Brass taper candle holder from Aunty Mad|
Chinese guard statue, standing on a piece
of marble I found by the roadside in East
St Kilda in 2004, brandishing silver treasures
sent by our dear Michele from Athens
and a brass elephant massager from Gg
The strategy was distract myself from cough and sore ear by tackling L2 (aka Box of Precious Things). All the contents of L2 came from within my chinoiserie glass cabinet and were destined to be returned to its safe (for that read "locked") confines once the farnarkling (for that read "painting and sanding") in the region was signed off by Ma.
I am left in her hands after my physical limitations were tested during the painting frenzy of recent times, and I have pretty much been barred from any of it. So I was somewhat tentative when I posed the question this morning.
Happy days, though. Maria (our houseguest and cousin from Wellington, NZ) occupied Milo. Mum phaphed about in the upper. And I had enormous larks over crowding the cabinet with my many and varied collection of things.
|Two of the three shelves|
|Pretty blue glass bottles|
A porcelain teddy from Ma
Spode coffee cup and saucer from Lainie
Wendy's Grandfather's tiny ashtray
Hand sewn bunny from Ma
And so buoyed was I by the task, I also unpacked a few boxes of books and trinkets and put them on the newly painted lounge bookcase. Behold...
The place is coming to life. And this is good.