antique suitcase.
My mum bought be a beautiful antique suitcase (c. 1930) from a French antique/flea market and I have quickly come to love it. It never fails to spark conversation at train stations or airports and, for me, feels soooooo much more character-ful and tactile than your regular pull on luggage.
What possession do you love? What wouldn't you be without?
My laptop, it's my entire job!
my journal ..........
when i was 12 i was given a diary book to write in and from that day i've written in it.... dear me some of the things that have been put in my journal perfh warped i tell thee warped !
but it is my comfort when everythin is sufocating me i just let the pen write it all away and when ive had a fantastic day it all gets remembered !
but noted when i Die the f00kers are gettin burnt !!!
Reminds me of a great saying : the best things in life aren't things.
But if we are looking at things - I absolutely love kitchen gadgets, out of them I would reckon my favourite is the apple processing machine. You shove an apple on the prongs, turn the handle and the cutter peels it and the corer (guess, go on, guess) yes that's right - it cores it. :giggle:
It sticks to the work surface by a vacuum (worked by a dinky little lever) and washes just be being put under a running tap. (The food processor rarely gets used for the opposite reason - it's an absolute bugger to clean.)
For a single apple I'm faster with a peeler and knife - but when I have 30 lb of apples off my tree (previous house - sadly) it is a life-saver.
My partner..
she is loving ,understanding and all in all a great person to know and love.
my rag doll...my mum made it for me when I was 6 years old...Im now 39. 'Dolly' has seen me through the traumas of school... a few housemoves and leaving friends behind.....exams, bullies and my first love and first broken heart....been with me on many a holiday....Belgium in a hotel, camping in a tent, on the Isle of Man Ferry
Shes listened to me rant on about the yukky and nasty bits of work, as well as been regaled with stories of drunken works nights out, shes heard my hopes, dreams and fears, shes been a head rest, a neck warmer, a tear dryer, handy nose wiper, foot warmer, cuddle comforter, nervous twiddly thing.
shes been patched up, repaired, re-sewn, her legs are made of gaudy stripy socks sewn on over her legs with brown button cotton, when i was about 8, her hair is lopsided, her (6th) face is tearstained, her body is patched up with an old baby vest, and she wears a dress that was my baby sisters (shes now 30).
She has never judged me, mocked me or answered back, shes always been there for me...shes still smiling....and she's still on my bed now!
life
i must say everything about my life is perfect
to complete it next year i will have done everything i have ever wanted to do and its not been a small list either
but if i had to be specific then Liza xxx