The bird outside my window is insistent, ‘Gingerbread, gingerbread’ he says,…..as another is repeating like a mantra, ‘Me and you, me and you…’. Each bird song so different, and so many of them calling out to one another in the garden. The days grow cooler, and it is time for a sale. I need to clear the decks for a new collection that is slowly working it’s way from my head to the work table. Browse the State of Quirk website to see the jewellery is still left, and choose yourself a unique small treasure, at a fabulous price.