Sunday, 29 November 2009

Note to self.

Nearly everything in this catalogue is desirable. From castle and horse china egg cups, dinosaurs in tins for kids to lasercut leaf wreaths for Christmas. the catalogue is downleadable from here: whippetgrey.co.uk but I had to order one too for the lovely pictures.
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