chapter fifty-three, Tuesday:2nddecember – idol
The polished gleaming golden eagle idol sits in its glass fronted case on view for a limited time only, in Professor Cummings museum. Before its tour of Europe prior to returning to Peru where it's believed it originated, it's to be displayed here in London. The craftsmanship is unmistakably Incan but there are doubters, it does have an unusual handwriting. An arguably undefinable style that could suggest another provenance, many experts have gazed upon its little crouched glistening form and are unable to decide categorically, because they are unable to agree. Worse still any suggestion of a mixed origin, but happily that's not my job.
Just peering into the clear glass box lit in halogen to make the surface sparkle and all the fine etched or carved detail stand out. It's beautiful, wherever it was designed and poured, and its story spans the centuries, the little card placed at its feet guesses a birthday and origin and a short paragraph explaining its discovery.
I like it, it's neat shape detailed lines, I decide this could be the perfect logo for Milk&Honey, yes. This will be perfect.
TC: “It’s perfect, I love it, are you certain?” true story.
PF: “Knew you would love it honey, enjoy” she’s so good to me.
TC: “It goes with everything” by that I mean black and jeans of course.
PF: “I know, that’s why I gave it to you, Mum just discovered a deep burgundy suede YSL one in the loft it’s my new favourite.
TC: “See you later at Square Tx” can’t wait.
PF: “OK honey”
I swipe my phone off and return it with care, to my new Hermes cross shoulder vintage bag in beautiful hand stitched tobacco leather with gold ‘h’ hardware. I love it.