Tuesday, 30 August 2011

It was such a chilly holiday weekend that fish and chips on the beach turned into fish and chips in a bus shelter with a sea view.
And then I visited the local museum to get out of the wind.
I'm not very keen on these papier-mâché creatures by Julie Arkell... too whimsical and fey for me. (Okay, I admit, I'm the one gasping, "£60 for a papier mâché toadstool!"
Why would you even want a papier mâché toadstool?)
But they are part of a little exhibition of local people's favourite toys ... and I was rather more charmed by a display of battered old teddy bears, kissed half to death, and dolls' houses made by clever dads. That reminded me of a bungalow made by my clever grand-dad for Christmas, 1960. I wonder whatever happened to it.


Toffeeapple said...

My soul mate! I could never see the pint either. Things made with purpose for a special little person is more to my taste too. My Father made so many things for me, all painted in a very pale blue. Bless him, they meant much more to me than all the Mobo and Triang in the world.

Toffeeapple said...

I meant, of course, the point, not the pint. Haven't had one of those for years!

mary said...

I have to confess that I rather longed for a mock-Tudor detached doll's house, Toffeeapple, but I've always had a penchant for property beyond my means.

Darlene said...

I'd like to think your bungalow is being enjoyed by children somewhere. Lovely children who haven't been sucked into video games yet.

Blustery in Kent you say? I'll tell The Heiress to pack more sweaters!

mary said...

If it's sunny anywhere, it will be sunny there, Darlene. But not last weekend! I walked miles because it was too chilly to sit with a book.