Thursday, September 30, 2010


I once knew a girl named Harriet. She was a boisterous, brash, tomboy type girl who you could always hear coming before you could see her. Thankfully she is not actually the subject of this post.
This Harriet is a whole lot different. This is Harriet:
In this Harriet's former life, she was nothing but a preloved cashmere jumper, a stripy lambswool jumper, a blanket and a few buttons, which were thrown aside in a tin - collected but probably never to be used. It's a sad tale, with a happy ending. All good things come to those who wait, and Harriet is waiting ever so patiently here for a new home.

1 comment:

Kitty said...

Your Harriet is lovely. I know two girls named Harriet - one is gentle, quiet, loving and lovely. The other is loud, loud and a bit more loud! :) x