Hoard

This is my hoard of treasure, collected over the years from about the age of 6 onwards. It is ridiculous really because it's all kept in an old shoe box stored in our spare room and I never look at it but I can't bear to part with anything. It consists of (from left to right):

old keys - I've no idea what lock they are for

a very old teddy given to me by my mum (unfortunately My Jack Russell chewed the head off so it's sewn back on very badly)

one of my collection of jay's feathers

an engraved brooch I made at college

a shell

a musical china windmill brought back from Holland by my dad (it plays 'tulips from Amsterdam'

my favourite marble

a tin bird badge from Japan

my grandmothers embroidered prayer book

a brass elephant

and another shell.

Drawing for Illustration Friday.

© 2008 Nicky Linzey

Nothing changes

I spent some of the weekend clearing out our junk room/music room to make more space for Gray's expanding collection of guitars, guitar stands, musical hardware, software, microphones with stands, recording machines etc. It had got to the point where he could hardly get in the room, so I thought I would go through some of my stuff. I find this very difficult - I can spend a whole day going through things, looking at old books, reminiscing about my childhood, unpacking material and old clothes I've kept and then packing everything back up again! I was shocked when I came across this notebook I hadn't seen for many years. I must have been about 8 years old and I'd bought it to record my first ever family holiday abroad, to France. What surprised me was - nothing changes does it? I'm still doing the same thing all these years later!