Hello, there! I'm Anso, your favorite plip-plopping raindrop, and welcome to the Antique Plaza!
Ever wondered what it's like to chat with a century-old chair about existentialism while melodically trickling down its elegantly carved arms? Ah, the cascading joys of raindrophood! Pull up a ca delicately distressed settee and let’s peruse through the stories of patinas past and polish present.
This one time, I tumbled onto the wooden octopi who calls herself "The Duchess of Slabtown", but you can call her Franny. She insists she once hosted a scone party for a Pomeranian prince. I cheekily inquired about the guest list, yet all I got was aloof bravado and what could only be interpreted as a dewdrop-sized cough.
Oh, have I tangled myself delightfully in grandma doilies describing their narrow escapes from enthusiastic cats! Tales of impeccable weaving, woven tighter than any clandestine affairs whispered by visiting teaspoons.
Next on my pluvial rounds, I settled atop Bernard, the grandfather clock. Bernard merely shrugged as I critiqued his insistence on running the world by tic-tocks and concluded with, "My dear droplet, time only marches on those foolish enough to follow."
He says his pendulum swings were an inspiration for Newton's laws – not sure if Bernard's coy irony was dripping more than I was at that moment.
Check out Raindrop Rendezvous for more of my aqueous adventures.
If you're yearning for the antiquarian allure and want more stormy sagas, tiptoe over a puddle to:
Gustav's Invertebrate Adventures,
Armoire Antics, and
The Fabulous Fiesta with Victoria Vase.