eclectic vintage art for your walls
Gerty
all you need is love
i do declare we may be better strangers
'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers
let them eat cake
not all who wander are lost
the distance is nothing
you are as a candle
don't be like the rest of them darling
sometimes the grass is greener...
I am worn out with civility
live life by a compass not a clock
the tartness of his face sours ripe grapes
comparison is the thief of joy
don't cry over spilt milk
that simply takes the biscuit
