To be clear, it was never my intention to become a cow collector, just as it was never my intention to buy three pairs of the same boots (but my hoofs are a story for another day).
Back to the herd…it all started with a caramel coloured milk jug (let’s call her Daisy). Instantly, I was picturing yours truly in an art deco apartment hosting high tea surrounded by freshly baked scones and plungers of piping hot coffee. Naturally, my guests and I would be suitably dressed in outfits that screamed shabby chic and effortless boho. Occasionally we’d throw our heads back guffawing at some gaffe Kent had made, as Priscila and Victoria tended to Nicholas who, of course, was dressed like Little Lord Fauntleroy. But I digress…
I bought Daisy at a Sunday market en route to work. Yep, back then I was working seven days a week and had about as much chance of hosting a high tea as Daisy producing her own milk.
Fast forward to multiple moves and somehow Daisy went missing in transit. Other markets came my way, so too a series of replacement cows. I ended up with lots of dairy but no Daisy.
Then last week she magically reappeared. Her little caramel snout poked its way through some tissue paper and, bless her, I do believe she’s looking even lovelier than when we first met. Perhaps that’s thanks to a spell in greener pastures.
Best of all, I’ve now got time to host that tea party.
As it turns out, the cows have finally come home and so have I.
What possession have you lost and found recently?