Like most people, I do love a parcel. And when I got home the other night, there were not one but two cardboard boxes waiting for me. Mr. P is very good and doesn't tell me when such parcels come so as not to spoil the surprise. I have to say I would not be so disciplined, and would likely rip into them to have a good rummage inside before ever he had the chance. But anyway, these parcels were both ebay purchases. I have not mentioned this before but I love ebay. We used to live in the desert in North Africa before we came here, and before every holiday, I would go onto ebay, with the result that I always had parcels waiting for me at my sister's house when we went home. Most of it was stuff I now don't have (what does this tell you...) - summery things and jumpers (who knew you needed jumpers in the desert). But not housey stuff. No point in carting housey stuff back to the desert only to ship it on to, well, wherever we were going next.
But now.... Now is an entirely different ebay experience. Which leads to purchases like this...
I am now the proud owner of a pink milk glass cake stand...
...with a beautiful, intricate lacey pattern which will be so easy to clean...
... and which stands elegantly on a pedestal adorned with patterns that look like musical instruments (I gave up piano when I was nine)...
Really I don't know how I have limped along in life without this until now.
AND, a sewing basket....
... with pretty faded fabric on the lid...
... and more shouty fabric inside. Of course now that I am a seamstress, I will definitely have use for this. And I haven't a single other box or tin or cupboard or drawer where I could store my sewing things. No, I'm sure I don't.
Do you ebay?
C.x
