Friday, 28 August 2009
He bought 40 new different dishes on fleamarkets in the north. And new cups. And soup-bowls. Our car was like one of a gypsyfamily. And after first day at work he came home with a secondhand-bag shouting "I´m sorry". It contained this last beauty and six cups. I try and be hard and make it not getting too crazy, but, I must admit, I love them too.