Old curtains rear their satin head again. Proper vintage for Chatsworth Road. Don't hold your breath it'll probably be knicked by the morning and turn up on some swanky market stall on Sunday. R said she only went onto the second hand shop because her daughter was looking for something. Fatal. A couple of pairs of curtains is the least you can get away with in that situation.
And V has done a rather lovely replacement for no. 12. See how long this cosy little number lasts. It certainly feels much 'righter' wrapping wool around. Maybe it's because the shape feels very neck like. Maybe it's the ways it gives and fills the spaces. Sort of comforting. And forgiving.
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