Thursday, 16 July 2009
I'm just a child and your full grown.
I've always quite liked big, old, detailed rustic keys, maybe its because they hold the possibility of unlocking a forgotten charm or some other deep, slightly hippie-ish meaning. In my cellar (which is my favourite place for rumaging), I found a small box full of old keys. Wasn't exactly what I was looking for but it isn't everyday where you decided to find a big, old, detailed, rustic key in your cellar!
I tied the biggest, most interesting key onto some ribbon and there you go - my pathetic attempt to do *something* on a hot day ment for laziness in the garden and sucking on multiple ice lollies.