The neighbors have a baby living with them from time to time (I am not sure of the situation), and it’s just starting to become mobile enough that leaving it outside for more than a second is becoming unwise.
I know this, because their back door is directly next to our bedroom window and while I can’t see over the fence, I can hear a lot and I just heard the woman exclaim very loudly, “Oh, honey, no don’t–!” followed by a weary sigh and then, “Well, you’re an outside baby now. Hope you enjoyed central heating…”
The baby’s just laughing, shriekingly unrepentant at whatever just happened. Good for them.
The ribbon and button department of a Copenhagen store, ca.1904.
Fuck it, I’m going back in time. My autistic ass was designed to work in a ‘buttons and ribbons’ department. Oh, you want me to show you a dozen spools of fancy ribbons and go on at length about their qualities? You want me to sort little buttons and know far too much about button manufacture and styles and help you find the perfect buttons for the new dress you’re making custom for the summer YES I WILL HELP YOU WITH THAT.
