Walk like an Egyptian

When I first saw this brooch, I had a mental picture of some Victorian gentleman coming home and bringing it to his wife as a gift, only to be met with "a Pharaoh brooch...you got me the head of some dead Egyptian guy? Some women get one of these new fangled vacuum cleaners, but you get me a brass head." Cue an antimacassar being whipped off the sofa and thrown, petulantly, to the ground.

Then my brain cleared, and I decided that even if my imaginary lady from the past didn't like it...I did.


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  • WendyB said...
    4:27 PM
    Fabulous! And your imaginary lady loved it. She told me.

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