The Missing Curtain

She very nearly didnt get them.....

 

......but the placatory and very generous gift of some fleurs for me....

.... ensured that she did. Happy 50th Susie.

Thank you Miss Pickering. Oh to have smell-o-blog, not only visually stunning, the stocks and peonies are an unabridged olfactory sensation.

So whilst the fleurs were being artistically assembled. My attention was drawn to a shop across the way called The Missing Curtain.  Now that sounds like my kind of place, just based on the name alone of course. Remember we do quirky Chez T-J.

Wonderful with exclamation, a non-pareil cache full to the rafters of fun and frippery. Beads n bangles and all manner of paraphenalia, trinkets and treasures from bygone eras.

Woo hoo! I'm in!

 

Did I pur-chase?

Och aye, isnt she a bonny wee lass?

My dear, your pond awaits. What shall I call her?

A beintot to the petit coin of Stamford that is Notting Hill on a lego-land scale.

Mwah, mwah, mwah!