Winged

These foil wings, originally destined for a scrap book, adorn my bedroom mirror. Very gracefully arcing away from the glass. They were purchased from a London Toyshop, whilst on this holiday. I love them.

Shame I couldn't do them any justice. Any skills I have are now where to be found this week. lol

Today I sat on the other side of the bus and was struck by the different view you get. Habit - it cradles us and denies. I was filling in my staff appraisal today and I realised I was writing a lot about structure and routine, maybe I need to move away from all that jazz for a bit. Maybe my new ear piercing was just the beginning...