I know you've all been dying to see some photographs of my bathroom. No? Well here they are anyway.
It seems that I'm incapable of visiting a beach without taking half of the shells and stones home with me and so they inhabit the empty space at the end of our bath. Some came all the way back from my year in Australia and some from our Greek island-hopping honeymoon but most are of the domestic variety.
You may have spotted the strange piece below which I painted a face onto. It caught my eye on a walk on the Strand beach in my home town and at first look I thought I'd discovered a fragment of an old fresco because I saw the ghost of a face, but alas it turned out just to be my over-active imagination. I brought it home though and tried to make it into a treasure by painting over the face that I imagined at first glance. It became another of my weird home-made presents to Danny.
The rather dried-out St Brigid's cross was made by me on the morning of our handfasting ceremony and my mum gave me the boat ornament as a reminder of all the sailing I did in Australia.
Elise (the bike) lives in our bathroom despite it being on the first floor because there's simply nowhere else for it to go. It's good exercise just getting it downstairs and out the front door!
The gorgeous carved piece of slate below belonged to my parents, or rather it still belongs to my parents but has found its way to my house. It represents the lamb of god and reminds me of the images in the Book of Kells. It is signed by an Eamon MacClior as far as I can make out. The bride and groom rubber ducks were given to us by Dan's mum on our wedding day.
Do you collect stones and such? How do you display yours?