and bought a beautiful fuchsia pink fluffy knit cardigan. My love affair with Portobello spans over a decade so I was flabbercasted when I saw the price tag (this can't be for no name, no wash care label vintage)...I knew Porto when he wasn't this expensive, I suppose he's moved up in the world and years of love means nothing. Paper talks...but so does haggling and on this occasion it was the strongest of communication. I swear I had no control of my logical functions because what was supposed to be an economical meet a friend for lunch was actually piggie market shopping. Oh, who was I fooling? Even the goose bumps on my arms knew money would be spent, logic lost and there would be more than one desire. Second of which was an Afghan ring tweeting at my instincts until I found it. How could I ignore its cries of longing and walk away? To ignore birdsong is a crime. Especially Dickie's song - is what I affectionately call him now. You may not see him clearly but there he is perched so comfortably on my left hand.

 

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