The very fact that I am starting this post with an excuse might indicate just how many doubts I have about my most recent of purchases.
The fact that I am going to reveal said purchase slowly so as to minimise the visual shock might emphasise this further.
You see Mr K - who shall thus forth be known as Mike for that is his name - insisted on popping in to our local charity centre. As I duly followed him in I was feeling fairly nonchalant about the prospect. Having had a conversation on our way there about having too much 'stuff' I had resolutely stated that I'd have a look around, but really didn't want or need anything at all. I was there purely to support his quest for some old cameras.
It nearly worked.
Then Mike spotted something I'd missed.
Something with a lovely pattern.
And an interesting shape.
Maybe a feature?
At this point I feel it is only fair to warn you that if you possess a modicum of taste you might want to stop here.
You could imagine I have bought a beautiful old vase.
Maybe a dainty cup or a tea set for summer picnics.
What you probably won't expect is this.
A fine example of a prettily patterned pottery dog!
And if you're still here you might be thinking 'how could this get any better?'
I'll show you how.
A pair of prettily patterned pottery dogs!
They made me smile.
I chuckled all the way home.
Today the chuckle has been tempered by many doubts. Am I turning into the sort of person who throws taste out of the window in favour of a cheap thrill? Will my twilight years see me surrounded by hordes of prettily patterned animals? I have never given much heed to popular taste and have always fancied a wall full of cuckoo clocks.
Is this a slippery slope?