I have a new ironing board cover.
So far, so mundane.
But before I fitted it, I took the old beige one off.
Underneath that was a large flowery cover.
Underneath that was a small flowery cover.
Underneath that was a geometric patterned cover.
And underneath that should have been
a secret envelope full of crackly money
because of this story.
Linings have always held a special fascination for
this closet exhibitionist.
(Pun not intended.)
Let's take a stroll through the coat cupboard
on a drizzly grey reversion to a typical British summer's day.
Persephone Books had my number when they
introduced their silky grey jackets
with beautiful endpapers
taken from contemporaneous textiles.
The matching bookmarks are a
bonus hidden pleasure.
Perhaps the equivalent of a matching handkerchief
or hair ribbon.