My second self-imposed exile in the UK opened up the unlikely treasure trove of the English institution of The Saturday Car Boot Sale --- and an almost manic, magpie-ish obsession with antiques and quirky vintageness. Hence the little 1950s Bakelite doll, and the silver and bone knives and forks (which I use every day!)
I aaaaalmost started a happy little rant about the metaphysics of beauty, but because this is quick jot from my Blackberry, I HAVE to keep it short (finger-cramp/tendon-inflamation). But - at least it's something, huh! (*wink*) (All thanks must go to Stacey Beadon for suggesting idea which I'm christening : blog-jogs ---- i.e. blogging on the run!)
PS. Internet is miraculously on the near horizon for me (*phew*) thanks to a not-so-surprising benefactor (my mom!) So soon-soon I'll be able to write more than these little Blackberried snatches.
'Men must live and create. Live to the point of tears.' Albert Camus
