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Figures in the Mirror will continue on Monday. The story has taken quite a disturbing and shocking turn! I am doing four or five pages at a time, with no preconceived story line whatsoever, and I am really not sure how it will all turn out ...)
For now, a confession: I have been a bad, bad girl and have acquired many new things. I will post three of them today and the rest later. I purchased these three items at the local Methodist church bazaar. Don't you just love a church bazaar? They seem such happy places. I don't find churches themselves very happy places, but maybe that's just me. But oh, a bazaar! Women tossing pancakes, the smell of boerewors rolls, weird crafty things like pot holders and toilet roll covers, tombola tables. Old ladies selling raffle tickets. And cupcakes. What's not to love? I found these in the 50c bin:
A tiny plastic bird. It is currently positioned on the frame of my limited edition William Kentridge lithograph. It is a comment on the relative value of things. If you knew what my WK is worth now, you will know what I mean.
A tiny porcelain bird. It is perched on the post of my dressing table. At night it flutters off and brings back interesting dreams for me to dream. Nifty, hey? You should get one.
A tiny porcelain angel. She is praying, as you can see. I didn't really want her, but she looked so sad and lonely left in that 50c box with several pink plastic pigs and an odd assortment of Lego; I swear I could see the little tears trickling down her cheeks. So she came home with me. Unfortunately I dropped her as I picked her up to photograph her, and oh dear, her neck broke. Clean off. Which just goes to show that praying may not be all it is cut out to be. Luckily, unlike those incompetent king's horses and men, L'Usband managed to put her together again. She is now ensconced safely in my display cabinet, where she shares a shelf with three pigs. At least they are not plastic.
