Rummaging

The glories of the Sunday Market.
I like the 'jumper' lady, two for a fiver. Today I found a silk one among them. Sometimes I look in at the tent of cashmere cardies.
Cashmere always reminds me of my sister Maggie. She had various Retro shops in Stockbridge and would often give me a beautiful garment of the softest cashmere. A few weeks later she would be reprimanding me, yet again, because I had managed to shrink the thing to a doll size. I was obviously meant to have these exquisite clothes, but with a servant in tow to care for them.