What’s in a name? Well, you could ask Shakespeare what the blazes he was banging on about, or you could ask Emma Lamb. She makes the awesomest modern-vintage (work that one out) crocheted garlands and goodies – and names them all. Wouldn’t you like to take home a Daisy or an Esme? Or a Flora or an Edna? I don’t know how they smell, but they sure are sweet.
I can be really grumpy about the city. The roadworks make me grumpy. The fact that I need to take out a loan to pay for parking makes me grumpy. The black and grey-suited terrace people make me grumpy (since when is wearing colour a sin?). Leaving half an hour early to account for rainy-day peak-hour traffic and getting there in eight minutes makes me grumpy. Thank goodness for the glory of Venn, home to warm coffee and sellers of this cosy clock, for making me less grumpy. Quite chipper in fact.
Madame Mitchell is attending classes in ceramics. I can just picture her in an art smock with a scarf knotted on the top of her head. So elegant is she, she probably doesn’t even get clay under her fingernails. Madame Dent is much more mucky. She’d probably just go out and find a little something like this porcelain Annette Bugansky cup and make believe she made it herself.
Imagine my surprise when I found out that my favourite one-of-a-kind high school English teacher from days of yore has hidden talents. She makes these one-of-a-kind Diddums dolls. She’s also a singer, which I didn’t know. Singing, stitching, Shakespeare – what a combination.