I don’t give a stuff!
I have a thing about internal windows... why? I have no idea.
It started many years ago when the builder helping us convert a chapel found a lovely stained glass window. The new hall was dark and the window threw enough light to brighten the space. From then on I have a strange feeling inside whenever I see a particularly good example. A harmless addiction, odd for all that?
This is how when we alter our kitchen I will have an excuse to put one in our boring box.
My other yen is
for odd signs,
this one I bought today.
It sits well on the wall that I can’t risk my pictures on due to the full sun off the sea.
It’s strange the things that make you go weak at the knees.