morning smiles

door stop and a die dropped by the mister last night.

this door stop used to hold the door of my parent's bedroom open. as my mother's health deteriorated it became a sort of totem that watched over her and all her visitors. i know she would be pleased that it has been given new duties as it casts it's gaze upon the airing cupboard: the shelves of which were carpented by mum and signed with a secret message in red biro declaring her pride at having made them.



The Radish Diaries