I can feel a spate of trashiness coming on. I thought it started with the tuna can pincushions last week, plus the experiments with cement and plastic milk bottles (more on that when the stuff has set properly), but I’ve also been thinking lightbulbs, empty wine bottles and peanut butter jars. Scrabbling for a coffee mug in the wrong cupboard just now, my eye lit on this and I remembered it was once a can of chili tomatoes.
I like it more now than I did when I made it. I’ve put it on my window sill with a sprig of mint, which should grow roots soon.
Seems I’ve had trash on the brain for longer than I realised.
To be continued…