This is my bower my prison. It isn't really a difficult incarceration, I happily lock myself away in solitary confinement surrounded by a rainbow of boxed plastic. I feel like I'm at a flight deck, with all the knobs and buttons within easy reach for checking and matching, linking and locking. The floral wreath is well under way with 70 or so completed and awaiting planting. Engage....
Sunday, 17 June 2007
work in progress
This is my bower my prison. It isn't really a difficult incarceration, I happily lock myself away in solitary confinement surrounded by a rainbow of boxed plastic. I feel like I'm at a flight deck, with all the knobs and buttons within easy reach for checking and matching, linking and locking. The floral wreath is well under way with 70 or so completed and awaiting planting. Engage....
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3 comments:
ah, pretty!
so tempting and delightful. Your bower is a nice place.
Not very nice here....
I hope you put that blue thing you found to very good use in this little collection.
where are you?
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