Here she is, my latest acquisition from ebay.
At the moment she stands elegantly in my dining room, which my husband finds enormously comical. But I stand firm, for the moment I am content to look at her. As I run around the house, chasing my babies
and mopping mystery sticky toddler goop off the floor, I ride along on imaginary jaunts!
of spinning along any path, road, riverside, hilltop in my head is as worthwhile a past time, it seems to me, as the reality of Wilmslow road, crazy busdrivers and helmet hair! In my whirring imagination, I am tinkling round Parisian streets, my basket (truly vintage, it was found in Pop's barn, having belonged to my own mother, as a teenager....where did she ride, what did she carry home in this same basket??)
full of dahlias, wearing a glorious outfit that would of course, include the ubiquitous ballet pumps, trench coat and full skirt, un-besmudged by pedal marks, mancunian puddles, or forementioned toddler goop! Or I may change my destination, the dreamers perogative, and whizz through the bustling streets of Rome, waving caio to my friend Mario and his beautiful wife, Francesca...buying flowers...on the way to a friends alfresco lunch!! Or perhaps a gently winding street, in the English coutryside, where summers are still summers, with strawberries and bubbles in my the inherited wicker, decked out in florals! Yes for now, I go anywhere....
It won't be long before I have located a bike lock and helmet, and then...well, who knows! x