More fun stuff

I have been transported back to being five years old again. As I mentioned earlier, I spent the morning sewing pouches and reupholstering chairs. That in itself was enough to transport me back to my dad's upholstery shop. I have a special place in my heart for the sound of a sewing machine. But then this afternoon I was taken back by that even more evocative muse of memory, smell. In further preparation for tomorrow's birthday party I had to spray 16 cardboard crowns with gold spray paint. I really am Roy, the Toxic Boy!