ChinaxBespoke

As I sat there, pickin' at a loose thread on my fraying skirt, I thought about the world. I think lot about the world, Grandfather used to say I thought a little too much 'bout it. "Sixpence," he would say, stamping his foot when I was readin' my book by the fire place "You should get your head outta that flamin' book and stop thinkin' 'bout everythin' for a minute for peat's sake! Too much thinkin' isn't good for you do you hear?!"  Then Mamma would scold Grandfather for cursing in front of the children (because, she says, Peaches' little ears don't need to hear those words jus' yet) Grandfather would just curse some more really quietly and