There's not a lot going on upstairs today due to a serious case of sleep deprivation so I thought I would just show you a very lovely letter a kid named Thomas wrote to a lady called Mrs Sibbert. From a time when a boy could call his friends 'boy friends' and kids still played 'Cowboys and Indians'. Found in a big box of inherited Golden Books by Ada, she has made me read it to her a dozen times already.
I wonder what fires Thomas was talking about, Ash Wednesday perhaps?
Back tomorrow, hopefully with a tail of adventure (of the vintage fabric variety). Ms Cinti might be taking me to vistit her vintage fabric 'dealer', bless her :)
Keep on truckin', if your that way inclined.