We have two wooden chests...one is pine and the other, I haven't a clue, but it's dark wood and completely lined with soft tin...probably once held tea. Himself has decided to change the bedroom around and that meant moving one of the chests into the sitting-room, where there isn't any room for it except in a corner by the range...
He dragged it through the doorway while I stood like a lemon holding the settee upright so as he could squeeze past...then once he was safely through, he lifted the lid...
It was serious...honestly, it was. All the religious icons I used to collect, carefully wrapped up in newspaper... about two dozen pictures which we've never hung...really nice ones actually. A series of tiny watercolours...some prints of flowering herbs...a suitcase on wheels...an Indian Torah to hang over a doorway...a hideous ornament someone gave us years and years ago...table lamps missing essential parts to make them work...a handbag with five € in it and two out-of-date inhalers and dozens of coat hangers.
So we sorted it out and made a pile for the charity shop...put the icons and the pictures we really wanted to keep back in the chest...
Agreed on buying another drill so Himself can hang them up...his drill gave up in despair after having to make a hole once too often in a lump of rock.
It'll be interesting to see what delights the pine chest will reveal tomorrow!
It Was A Different Time And A Different Life...
