it’s a trolley
Mum has the especially funny habit of looking at filthy hard rubbish with a doubtful eye and lamenting out loud “It might have been peed on!” I’m quite sure she does this for the laughs it always receives. ”That’s right!” Abby shrieks, “Because we pee on the things we don’t want anymore all the time!”
Mum, this here trolley was so dirty and revolting, I truly began to wonder – and washed my hands many times!
Blimey was it feral. I found it lying on its back, in amongst revolting rubbish, on the footpath outside a terribly neglected house. The kind of hard rubbish where you just know the neighbours are all waiting for the owners to move on quick, and the owners have certainly not rung the council to arrange their rubbish pick up (a very generous, twice a year scheme) but are just going to leave it there until the grass grows amongst it and slowly, bit by bit, it’s picked off by the curious until all that remains is the huge old television – you know those ones we had before we had flat screens.
But I do think somebody loved this trolley once upon a time and used it well. As for me, I’ve always wanted one but have never been keen to part with the money when I’ve seen modern ones in the shops – they are so flimsy and ridiculously plasticky. Ugh!
Now stripped off and scrubbed clean, it’s currently living on the family room table whilst I arrange pieces of fabric and small patchwork blocks on the blanketing that will form the foundation of it’s new cover. With a backing of buckram for added oomph.
A bit eccentric I know, but oh so colourful and jolly :-) A quilted trolley will be a cheerful and useful addition to the grocery shopping indeed! And now, with one exam down (Mental Health Clinical Practice this morning – yes!) and four days at home, I’m very hopeful (and motivated) that it might just get finished. Now that WOULD be a novelty!