Then I set out. For some strange reason I went a different way to normal-thinking it would be more direct, but forgetting that going through a large town-Maidstone-would mean traffic queues. I needed the loo so had to stop in Maidstone, and the only parking space in the carpark was in the car cleaning spaces so the car got cleaned. There is not much point to this particularly uninteresting tale, apart from that was how I ended up in a large department store waiting for the car to be done. These ladies leaning over the rail caught my eye-the headless state reminding me yet again of the Tudors, and also making me think it was a little pointless leaning over the rail as they could not see anything anyway! Purple and pink must be the colours for Spring attire. It then took me about two more hours to get to Rye-munching croissants and strawberries and wondering what posessed me.
I eventually arrived, and did enjoy the browsing. A few things were purchased, my favourite being this head. If you don't like dolls, or find them at all spooky, please look away now! This little head was hiding under a shelf, and I picked him up, then put him dowm and went all round the shop. I came back and found I couldn't leave him! Look at those ears and those sweet eyes. He reminds me of someone and I can't think who. (I've just realised-it's a young William Hague! I have bought a small plastic Tory!) He is now, officially, part of my collection of heads!
The cigar box is perfect for making a shrine for the Oaxaca Street Children Grass Roots benefit auction. For details visit Rebecca here.