Why?

I'm a Damawyn.

Damawyn is a Cornish word for Granny - it means 'Fair Dame', and was used only for the most senior matriarch in the family, as a sign of respect. My mother was known as Damawyn to my sons as they grew up, and now I am the Damawyn... 'there can be only one!!!'
This is my second attempt at a blog (wasn't impressed with my efforts on Tumblr).
I was going to call this Damawyn's Druthers - lovely word - and not one I'd heard before. Preferences, choices, selections, it means. So here you will find the special druthers of a Cornish granny in exile, in this, my second, tentative, blog.
The focus will be on beautiful, weird or unusual items I have found in my antiques hunt... in particular those I have had most success with... but there will be a miasma of other bits of my daily life, observations and thoughts...

Gallimaufry - A Quiddity of Collective Nouns

Words - like sweets, to roll around the mouth and explore with the tongue… bitter, salt, tangy or sweet?

Collective nouns always intrigued me - so I purposed to make a collection - which I discovered could happily be called a Gallimaufry… years I have been collecting, recording, refining, illustrating, sorting, cataloguing… and now I have a book. And my collection of collective nouns is in the 1000s.

Sadly I have, as yet, no publisher - but here is a sampler…

* A murder of crows
* A parure of jewellery
* A malapertness of pedlars
* A watch of nightingales
* A dazzle of hummingbirds
* An eloquence of lawyers



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