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My Contradictory Warrant
Jan. 8th, 2011 06:34 pmThis morning I eschewed the attractions of the sustainable living expo on the civic green and the model train exhibition in the Archie Graham Centre (fun fact: where I would have been working if I'd accepted that job last year - at the Centre, that is, not the model train exhibition) and went to the annual antique and collectibles fair. I do like a nice piece of marcasite jewellery. Not keen on Toby jugs, though. Although I'm not generally into statuettes, I saw a figurine of a 20s flapper dancing, wearing a blue dress with a spider web on it that I thought was quite nice. Then I saw the $7,500 price tag (US$ about the same, £4,800, €5,700). I didn't like it that much. That ebay page I linked to has it at only $2,100, and that's also more than I would be willing to pay for it. So no Goldscheider figurines for me. No anythings for me at all this year; there were some lovely brooches, but I remembered in time that I don't wear them.
I like the idea of a brooches or any jewellery really, but I rarely wear them. I have pierced ears, and I usually wear small sleepers or occasionally a pair of small studs. It's such a hassle changing them and I don't like things dangling from my ears. I wear a watch when I leave the house and sometimes a simple pendant. I just feel silly wearing anything else, and I hate the idea of having things on my fingers. I am sure there is some sort of deep-seated psychological nonsense for this; some sort of fear that no-one wants to see plain people fooling themselves or worse, trying. But I don't think that about people I see, so I probably shouldn't assume they think that about me. That took a slight turn from where I was going, didn't it?
Percy-cat came round at lunch time and I offered him a little scrap of the turkey from my sandwich. He gulped it down so fast he nearly took my finger off as well. He's never been that hungry before. I gave him some more and then, because it was raining and too wet to sleep in the garden, I put an old cushion under the patio roof. He's been curled up on it ever since. When I did the grocery shopping this afternoon, I bought a couple of tins of home brand sardines, just so I've got something in case he's peckish again. I think I'm on a slippery slope to cat ownership now.
I like the idea of a brooches or any jewellery really, but I rarely wear them. I have pierced ears, and I usually wear small sleepers or occasionally a pair of small studs. It's such a hassle changing them and I don't like things dangling from my ears. I wear a watch when I leave the house and sometimes a simple pendant. I just feel silly wearing anything else, and I hate the idea of having things on my fingers. I am sure there is some sort of deep-seated psychological nonsense for this; some sort of fear that no-one wants to see plain people fooling themselves or worse, trying. But I don't think that about people I see, so I probably shouldn't assume they think that about me. That took a slight turn from where I was going, didn't it?
Percy-cat came round at lunch time and I offered him a little scrap of the turkey from my sandwich. He gulped it down so fast he nearly took my finger off as well. He's never been that hungry before. I gave him some more and then, because it was raining and too wet to sleep in the garden, I put an old cushion under the patio roof. He's been curled up on it ever since. When I did the grocery shopping this afternoon, I bought a couple of tins of home brand sardines, just so I've got something in case he's peckish again. I think I'm on a slippery slope to cat ownership now.