A is for…
So, my cherished Abigail Ahern purchase arrived this week. Nowadays when I decide to treat myself I no longer opt for clothes, cosmetics or an expensive haircut. I opt for an interiors related piece. Sad? Yes. I’d much rather be surrounded by quirky and stylish accessories and have threadbare clothes, a pale and blotchy complexion and unruly hair. Well, actually I wouldn’t. I was just exaggerating to make a point.
I decided to buy a distressed metal sign bearing my initial. Everyone should celebrate their initial. Yes! I don’t think people celebrate their initial anywhere near as much as they should! And if I could hang this around my neck like a pendant and get away with it, I probably would too. But I don’t think I could. So I won’t.
Admittedly if you plonked this sign up against the door or threw it on top of a coffee table, or allowed it to hang on a wall on its lonesome, it would look pretty stupid.
But if you group it with other lovely things, then it becomes part of a fabulously accessorised shrine. Yes, part of the ‘honour and obey the initial A’ shrine. Or something.
See what I mean? No, I did NOT take 34 photographs to get this ONE. I. DID. NOT!
Go forth and celebrate your initial.