I have rushes of both delight and alarm on seeing a bit of my life in a museum; it happens more often than I’d like to admit. This one was mostly delight. I found it at the Beamish museum this spring. In the bit of the afternoon where Mike and I had parted for some… Continue reading Nanna’s Tablecloth
3 of 366 Mike’s spent this evening stretching his mind and learning new things at a photography group session. I, on the other hand, had an evening with my sister, a great pub meal and lots of lovely catching up time.
I’m from a lifetime of Marks and Spencers underwear, from last season’s clothes bought on sale and from the dizzy limit of wealth being enough spare cash to buy a jacket from Jaeger. I’m from a favourite cousin’s hand-me-down sailor dress, and from a family of women who each in turn convinced themselves that they… Continue reading Where I Am From