Too much stuff, I’m attached to my books, my paintings, paints, brushes, handbags, sort toys, cushions, ornaments…. My house is full. Bikes, saucepans, old clothes. Everything could be disposed of one day I suppose? What happens when I’m gone. Who will want it all? I’m not a hoarder, but I could be one day. With the pandemic it’s not easy to pass things to charity shops and I don’t like waste so I don’t take things to the tip. Some of this should be repurposed. X
A lion was waiting on a roundabout when it saw a disco ball in a hall window… The light from the sun reflected off it and made tiny stars sparkle off every surface. The magic it set off created a bronze dragon, which unfortunately was only tiny. It was seen by a bag in the shape of an owl. Which swallowed the dragon whole. The owl then grew new feathers of purple and blue wax. It flew over a lake with oriental buildings and trees. It followed an orange man walking backwards with his legs sticking through the bottom of a boat. Two people watched on in horror. Finally all the owls toy cushion friends stood and applauded as it flew in and landed quietly and quickly in the corner.
Yes that is a lot of silly words, but I’d gathered these odd photos together and wanted to describe them. Not much of a story really!
What is it about cushions? I suppose they support your back or your head, but sometimes you end up with too many. Not because you bought them. Not all of them, some are presents, some were going to be presents for others, but you failed to give them in time. Then they just stayed, sitting on the couch, waiting for the chance to be used when a friend stops on the settee for the night, or to be hugged hard when watching horror films. Holding the cushion up to blank out nasty scenes….