Our house was built in the mid-1960s. It lived and breathed wallpaper.
The most butt-ugly 1970s wallpapers that you could EVER IMAGINE. Brown suede, some cheap, reflective glossy flower-patterned junk, and some fluffy, biege-coloured rubbish that would give you nightmares!
I remember helping...
Busy picking out a couple of new tunes on the piano. I don't have the sheet-music for these two, so I'm forced to do them by ear.
"Don't Fence Me In", as sung by Bing Crosby.
Doing pretty well, but the last verse is still tripping me up. It's different from the rest of the song so I need to...
I think the last time I saw searchlights outside of a theme-park or Disneyworld or some-such place was at a cinema. But it was many, many, many years ago.
My brother had one of those pistols! Solid steel cap-revolver.
...I wonder whatever happened to it. We also had a pair of handcuffs.
But you're right. They hurt like buggery if you hit someone with them. Or drop them on your feet.
Please forgive me.
What the hell is 'swag'? It sounds so...I can't even describe it. But it sounds pathetic.
And I agree with Lizzie on the "Competitive preschools" thing.
Beautiful images!
My latest humble effort:
The dish itself is a mid-1930s dessert-plate manufactured for the Victorian Railways. Here's the first meal I made for it:
Not much. Fried bananas with cream and a dusting of sugar.
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