We don't always know the reasons

Last Sunday I went to the local community fair. It was raining and extremely cold, so the walk - and the fact I was meeting my partner who was manning an anti-development stall - were the main reasons I was exercising my boots.

On may way I stopped at the local thrift shops but there was nothing there for me.

The fair, I figured, would not offer more than fried food and incense, so imagine my squealing pleasure when I walked past a community information store that had a table of jumble for sale. The two older ladies who ran the store were having sausage sandwiches and a cup of tea.

And then I spotted her.


She's leather and some kind of indescribable fuzzy but remarkably soft acrylic.

For four dollars.