Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Grown-ups




What is a grown-up? I've never been entirely sure but I've known for awhile that, from what I've seen, I don't really want to be one. One the weekend I found these fantastic sheep-shaped erasers and I just had to buy one in every colour. "Why did you buy those?" My DH asked, perplexed. I wasn't quite sure how to reply but when I saw them in the shop, I was taken instantly back to being an eight-year-old who collected erasers, who loved taking them out of their box to touch them, sniff their sweet rubbery scent and pose them in different positions. Then I realised that that eight-year-old had never really gone away.

6 comments:

Sefarina said...

I would have bought them, too, but I never once believed me being a real grow up ;-)

Feronia said...

I'm glad I'm not alone in this world of adults! :)

Diana Kennedy said...

Oh, these are lovely. I would have bought the, too. I also hope I never will grow up to a point I don't enjoy these things anymore.

Feronia said...

Exactly! If that's being grown-up - forget it!

Bodecea said...

I wont have bough them - because I do not like to collect more and more decorative stuff around me. And I believe in some way I am an adult... and a child. And (big portion!) a teenager.

Bodecea

Feronia said...

Yes, I keep saying I don't want anymore stuff but I keep buying...! I am a large portion teenager to! :)