Spotted at the Museum of Childhood in Edinburgh, phenakistascope disks, which started the aforementioned obsession with moving pictures and scopes and tropes of all sorts. Also, a bag of clay marbles. I would like to have one of these to roll between my fingers while I think. (Cat-eye marbles give me the creeps.)
16 maids a-milking:
Those twirly disks are some of my very favourite things in the museum of childhood. Swirly twirly whirly.
i want those marbles too. but more for looking at purposes.
that palette is just lovely - the milky whites, the gray-blue clays. firstmilk picturefangirl, here.
Oh so pretty!
surely next year one of your swaplets could fashion a handful of clay marbles for ya.
so beautiful!
Loverly, plus I see you just finished the Thin Man, I really loved that book. Like reading a Film Noir.
Clay marbles, yes please.
those marbles ARE lovely.
We never did make it there. Sigh. Next time... maybe with a child.
i love the pretty little bag the marbles
lay in. what lovely fabric.
I need something to twirl while I think FOR SURE.
Love the clay marbles! smiles.
are you oft scoping and troping?
come to me show on saturday, m'kay? i'll make you cornbread with cactus flower honey before, and we'll finish all the cheap red wine after.
just sayin.
I keep coming back to these clay marbles. They make me irrationally happy.
i walked right bye there when i was in scotland, i peered into the windows since it was closed. i wish i could have gone in!
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