Jan 16, 2024
ππ€£π As proper genteel proddies, it was Sunday lunch for us. I distinctly recall Auntie Mavis, putting on her poshest voice saying βIt was a lovely wall hanging, clearly woven by hand by a person proficient in textiles. Flowers featured prominently. It takes a long time and lots of skill to craft such a creation. Yet it had a rather peculiar odour so a purchase was not made.β