my vintage bookshelf
When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but
REALLY loves you, then you become Real.
daily musings of a vintage addict * I am totally obsessed with all things vintage * trying to keep up with my past...and sometimes ordinary everyday life
here I am in a little cottage that evokes the energies of my ancestral lands - a cottage on the moors of Cornwall, or on the cliff tops of Ireland or Scotland. It has a hearth. I am a hedge witch {of sorts}. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. I am a gypsy; an eccentric and a mystic [I often live with a foot in two worlds]. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. Star watcher and Moon gazer. story cloth weaver. keeper of family dreams and wishes. good friend and creator of life. herbal tea drinker and potion maker.
2 Comments:
You know I've never actually read that book although I've heard of it, my favourite book as a child was the rupert annuals, I use to spend hours looking at those.
I am going to sit down and read this book. I too have it but never read it to my daughters and they all have children theirselves now!
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