Saturday, July 16, 2005
Both of these collections are inherited from my mother. I grew up in the sort of house where drawers were crammed with the oddest stuff which was too good to throw out... even if no one had a clue what it was, and if they did, what one might need it for. Every jug, vase and decorative box hid a collection like the dice. It was a snoopy child's paradise.
I love them dearly. They are lumps of amber trapping who my mother was.