Saturday, 1 December 2012

24 days to go...


My mother always obsesses about pinecones. No, I mean it. I’m pretty certain that we were once walking around a forest in Poland, and she insisted on taking a pinecone she found in the forest back home with us. I never understood why she liked them so much until I got a little older. It’s just the way they open up and sit on mantelpieces like golden ornaments- they’re delightfully pretty. Well, when they haven’t been attacked with a spray of silver paint and made to look tacky.

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