They go round together and mix themselves up and get stuck as an idea.
Such a thing happens mostly when I'm on auto pilot.
It happened the other day when I was doing the upstairs vacuuming.
I get dust bunnies.
They get under the bed especially, and behind the bathroom door, and sometimes in my summer sandals in the wardrobe.
They are grey and fluffy and hop around the wooden floor with the prevailing breeze.
It occurred to me that they really should be a character in a children's book.
There are some words that just seem to go so well with other words.
Who is not a dust bunny, but the Granny's cat.
But they go together so well.
No idea about the rest of the story, but I've got the title sorted.
The above are my vintage inspired wrist warmers. I just invented them, but I probably got the idea when i was cleaning the toilet.
Starting with the Hospice Shop.
I found a huge stash of vintage Christmas treasures to bring home.
Can't believe no-one else had got there before me!
Next on the list was Faded Fancy at Fitzroy.
My favourite vintage shop.
But she was as lovely as ever, and recognised me straight away.
She asked me if we were having a New Plymouth day.
So it has become a New Plymouth day!
Mrs Faded Fancy happened to mention that it was getting harder and harder to source things in Taranaki now.
Apparently she relies on people bringing stuff in for her to buy from them.
So now I know what to do next time I need to have an edit.
Mrs faded Fancy was delighted with the idea, because she said I would have just the sort of stuff she likes!!!!