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Vive la révolution.
A recycled Bastille Day offering…  [sold]

france-plate-eiffel-tower-charm-flag copy

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

A Tale of Two Cities
Charles Dickens  1812 – 1870

Liberty, equality and fraternity forever.



So my little Lily aged 4.5 was in her first Ballet Concert yesterday and danced/ stomped her way through a dress rehearsal and 3 performances in one very hot 33 °C day [tutu much?]

Though she was in sweltering brown fluffy polyester teddybear pants and hot pink spangly singlet [for a version of a magical toyshop] here’s my tribute to a little Ballet. It’s my favourite take on pink.

An unknown solo piece.

Meakin pink bowls

Classical Meakin.

A fine tea for tutu.

Settle petal.


What do you think of pink? Amazing how many little girls naturally love it.

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