Old-Fashioned Fruitcake
No, I didn’t have to mount a daring raid to rescue my ironing board from an international gang of ironing-board abductors (if such things there be).
When I read this post from the Dreamstress, I realized that the cover of my ironing board needed replacing too – had needed it, according to my comment, for about the last ten years. So naturally, having waited for the Seven Years of Symbolic Significance to pass since then, this week I did something about it.
Continue & CommentThe world is so full of a number of things, and so many of them are inadvertently lost to us through disuse. Consider, for example, de Boys, murrey, ginger lyne, gridolin, and philly mort.
What are they? Colours.
Let me preface my remarks by saying that this post will be utterly replete with spoilers for the film Beauty and the Beast. The 2017 live-action version, that is, inasmuch as any film largely populated by a big hairy creature and his ambulatory furniture can be considered as live-action.
So you’ve had four years, but if you still haven’t seen it, and still want to – without benefit of spoilers – then stop right here and step away from the Continue & Comment. (It is possible that this post will also contain spoilers for films yet to be made, but I can’t help that and neither can you.)
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