The Haberdashery of Mister Chitterly-Witters

Mister Chitterly-Witters was the proprietor of the haberdashery over on North Main Street. In true fashion of the medieval trinket shoppes of yore, he sold a little bit of this, and a little bit of that, with boatloads of everything in between!

And what fine goods they were! They had ascots and bow-ties of the highest quality silks- produced from a long line of Emperor worms in China. The shelves were lined with French cologne, and mustache combs; fiddles and faddles, kaleidoscopes, and ping-pong paddles. Why, you could find a pot of gold from the Isle of Leprechaun, complete with a map to your very own rainbow!

With a collection like this, you could probably surmise that Mister Chitterly-Witters was a very eccentric man, with impeccable taste.

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Crickets?

It’s been a bit since I’ve posted on here.

Writer’s block has crept up on me since my dad’s passing last month.

This WP space has been so quiet, you might have heard the crickets chirping upon your visit.

Am I back from hiatus? Possibly.

It feels good to be writing these words, and that’s good enough for me.

Here are 3 one-liners I came up with yesterday, they just kinda popped into existence.

And the quote below, I simply adore.

Every flower, unique in its beauty, is meant to soar like the Blue jay. 

Once bitten by the love bug, its delirious poison courses through our veins until the very end of existence. 

I’ve never understood the concept of boredom- curiosity has always been the breadth of my lungs. 

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