Do you remember I said recently that we weren’t buying anything because we needed carpets and curtains? It turns out that there are exceptions to this.
Now we paid the money for something which is, if I am honest, not that pictorial. There are a couple of images of popular graphics from the exhibition.
Along with one Barbara Jones drawing of a doll.
But that’s your lot – the rest looks like this.
From all of which I can tell you a few things. One is that at least a third of the exhibition belonged to Barbara Jones herself; I wish I could have seen her house.
The second is that, more than anything else I have ever seen,the whole miscellaneous variety of human life is present, from bread to postcards of ‘Dressing up the cat’, a milk float to a stuffed chub, a beer pump to crochet-work mittens. The only way I could give you the full picture of its oddity would be to type the whole thing out.
But fear not. Chapter 27 of my world domination plan still includes a complete restaging of the entire Black Eyes and Lemonade exhibition, and with this in my hands I can at last make a start on it. Even if I do have to live without carpets in the meantime.