Well here it is. The quilt. The family call it the hideous quilt. A quilt that not so long ago would have made me quite queasy with it's sickly yellow colour. But not now; now I am strangely drawn to it. I found it on Sunday at my favourite car boot thrown in a pile of soiled (love that word!) bedding. It is the one place at the car boot sale that makes me feel uneasy - house clearances. I find it so sad to see odd shoes, photos, pieces of someone's life just strewn over the ground. People rummage through the unwanted stuff, trampling over it. Over in the corner is a large piles of blankets, duvet covers, sheets, towels and sometimes I will have a look to see if there is anything I can save. On Sunday I spied this quilt, so totally not me..until now! The 'new' flea market me who is trying her hardest not to be so 'safe'. There is something I really like about it, though that sentiment isn't shared with the rest of the family.
But it has been perfect for this cold spell we've been having - so I can have the french door open but feel warm and cosy under my sunshiny, yellow, rose quilt.
Oh look, there's my feet again, though shoeless this time. And before I go I must thank you for all your lovely comments which, like the quilt, bring sunshiny warmth to my day.