So last week, I was engrossed with my wartime magazine binders. Finally it was Friday evening, I packed them up into one of my wicker baskets, vintage naturally, and off we set through the floods to the West Country. You may recall that I collect flower pictures, particularly embroidered scenes, and have a wall of these at the cottage. Did I remember to take a photo of this? No, of course not. But you've seen it before, no doubt it shall come round again. There are more pictures dotted around the other walls, too.
The one in my little corner caught my eye. Purchased a few years ago from the local antiques centre for about £20. Pretty colours, garden flowers, apple blossom tree, peacock: right up my street.
What was it about it that was so familiar?
What had I spied in one of my 1940's magazines?
Well blow me, I was very chuffed to make this little discovery. Perhaps a lady sat through the blackout evenings, maybe even down in the shelter, embroidering this picture, enjoying a little pleasure from her wartime magazine. Seventy years later, it is being appreciated once more. Serendipity.
And just because... our pretty dining room shelves.
(Please excuse pants photography weather.)