The cookie tin

Slowly killing off parts of a day traipsing through a thrift or antique store has become something I’ve become rather fond of the last few years.  It’s easily one of the most “normal” hobbies I enjoy, and usually doesn’t need any kind of warning label or detailed explanation (looking at you, ham radio).   Sheer economics startedContinue reading “The cookie tin”

Roses in the sand

I went to a Portland burner thing one night, a while ago.  I had my lammies in my ranger bag and someone noted the plastic and cloth rose on them, and asked what that was about.  Not wanting to tell the story at the moment, I said “it’s a long story” and went about theContinue reading “Roses in the sand”