daily parcels * tied up in string *
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
About Me
- Name: Miss Robyn
- Location: Katoomba, NSW, Australia
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.
5 Comments:
awww that's such a sweet thing to do, no doubt he'll love it!
Oh Ms. Robyn I have such a picture in my mind of you standing at your window looking out for the garbage man and it gives me a smile. You are such a sweet thoughtful lady!
It is sad Robyn; an indictment on our society today. We couldn't do that now even if we wanted to; our council has provided everyone with three garbage bins - green waste, recyclable, and other. Three different trucks come and they are fully automated - the men don't even have to get out of their seats, as mechanical arms pick up the bins and empty the contents into the truck. So anything sitting on the top of our bins would be tipped into the truck with all the garbage!
Aww no it's not sad at all, I'd be like you, it's especially for him and not for anyone else. Is it still there?
That is so very thoughtful of you! What a sweetie.
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