I decided to do another Writing Workshop post this week as I was reading the post on Josie's blog and this prompt struck a chord.
What gifts would you have liked to give your young self? Actual or metaphorical?
Now, I could be really deep here but, well, I'm not going to be, so please switch off now if you don't want to read a shallow and self-absorbed woe-is-me post about how neglected I was as a child.
Okay, I wasn't really neglected but there was one thing I wanted so badly and never ever got. I still hassle my mother about it every year and if I could go back in time and give my younger self a gift this would be it. Not the gift of patience, wisdom or honesty - the gift of an A La Cart Kitchen.
I cannot begin to tell you how much I wanted one of these and I still don't understand why my mother never bought me one (although have just discovered they retailed at £41.95 which was probably a fair whack in the 80's? Someone older than me please comment!).
Boo to you mum. This would have completed my life and I know I would have played with it for hours. It was in fact what spurred me on to buy a toy kitchen for my own children - but all children have them these days don't they?
Do you remember this advert? You must do.
Is that not one of the greatest toys that was ever invented*?
love & kisses
Mrs M x
Mrs M x