I know it’s lovely to receive prezzies and one should never look a gift horse in the mouth and all that, but it is always with something akin to trepidation that I hear the words “I’ve got a great wee prezzie for you Karon, you’ll love it” from my friend Robert at the antiques shop.
Oh there have been many great gifts in the past, everything from a jelly pan (preserving pan) to bag loads of vintage sewing notions and silk threads. But there have been one or two oddities too, things that make you wonder just what he thought I would love that for.
Take the gift of the rusted old cauldren sized pot for example. The one with the hole in the bottom. The words “Oh but you shouldn’t have” sprang to mind and lips almost immediately. It nearly broke my arm lugging that thing home and it still sits outside HQ three years later looking for a use. There is also the matter of the tailless fox collar complete with head, though I have to admit I did eventually learn to love dear old Basil and he has a place on the bedroom floor under the dressing table looking like he is sound asleep.
So when he said the magic words yesterday my heart was in my mouth and I didn’t know what to expect.
I didn’t expect an ancient Bully can opener that’s for sure. Only Robert could give me such a wonderful gift. I love it. I shall make sure it gets into some sort of photos as a prop. I’m not sure Health & Safety would approve, but booy does it have character.
The other treat he had in store for me was this pile of old children’s books.”I know your little book addiction, so thought you might like to add these to your collection”.
Would I, wow, yes!
As you all know, I love old books, and these children’s books have the most wonderful illustrations, and just look at that cover.
And this one for teenage girls in 1929, when hats were worn and gels were ladies at all times.
With stories such as The Reluctant Godmother and Cynthia’s Prize Poem, it really puts Cosmopolitan et al to shame.
So now no tin can remain unopened and I have plenty of choice reading material to keep me going on wet afternoons, so lots of thanks to my dear pal Robert.
Have a great weekend.