First a two-pack of the tiniest round-headed brads arrived unexpectedly in Monday’s post. Now this was weird, because Chloe, who comments at the Artlog and has started making beautiful horse-maquettes, had sent me a list of suppliers back last year. But I hadn’t had time to place an order. Or at least I thought I hadn’t ordered. So I e-mailed Chloe to enquire whether she’d sent them, and she was rather taken aback because although she hadn’t, she’d definitely been thinking about doing so!!!
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No clues on the invoice. Just my address and the company. No sender.
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It could be Philippa Robbins, who has been known to be a mischievous elf. After all, she did once anonymously post a pair of striped leg-warmers to Jack! Or Zoe Blue, who has been making wonderful maquettes too. Maybe it’s Natalie d’Arbeloff, artist’s-book-maker and maquette aficionado, or Swsi Kemp, another close ‘maker’ friend. A further possibility might be that someone at the factory manufacturing the brads… or a supplier who stocks their products… has been a visitor to the Artlog, and noting my use of the paper-fasteners for piecing together maquettes has thought to send me a selection as a promotion. Will I have to put an advertisement on the Artlog by way of thanks? (You can see that I tend to over-think things.) Suddenly the icy thought dawns that early onset Alzheimer’s might be the culprit, and that I’ve actually ordered these brads myself before completely forgetting about the purchase. How long before other less innocuous acquisitions start arriving, impulse-purchases thereafter forgotten that will start to empty my bank account? It’s brads now, but tomorrow or next week it could be an Alfa Romeo pulling up outside Ty Isaf, delivered after I’d taken a fancy and ordered it in a bespoke colour!
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Yesterday another pack arrived, this time with the dinkiest little square-headed variety of brad in assorted colours: brass, silver and bronze.
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Now I was really worried. Could I really have ordered these in some way without recalling any transactions? In fact, ordered twice! Was this the beginning of something really bad, a loosening of my marbles? Maybe I had a ‘brad’-obsessed stalker. How far would this go? There might be some sort of weird romance/sexual obsession thing going on. After all, I’d taken delivery of the first pack on Valentine’s Day. I hadn’t checked the invoice for the second delivery as no sender had been revealed on the previous one. But having slept on the mystery for a night, I woke this morning and decided to check the second invoice. Equipped with my reading spectacles I went down to the kitchen table to inspect it, and there, in tiny fairy-printing… I practically needed a magnifying glass in addition to my spectacles in order to read it… was the name of the sender: Anita Mills!
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My dear friend Anita, you are a star!
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The Inner Circle: Anita, Peter and Meri last year at the party after my retrospective opening.