A house is a house for me is a rollicking rhyme about everything having an appropriate home, from ants in anthills to peas in pods.
Someone made a post today on a bellringing site enquiring about little bags for handbells. Could anyone recommend a good design? Some suggestions were offered.
Recently, I rang some handbells with someone. They were stately bells, that decided independently what speed was appropriate for them and stuck to it. They were kept in old socks. Not even recent old socks – but old, old socks. I reckon they had nestled in those old socks for decades. They were clean old socks, but definitely cast-offs that had been discarded as no longer fit for feet.
Bells deserve better.
If a sock is not fit for a foot, it is not fit for a bell. I have seen bells chucked without regard into plastic boxes (they sounded horrid), bells stored in wooden cases with individual holes, bells luxuriating on a bed of raspberry coloured crushed velvet, bells in canvas cash bags from banks. My bells snuggle in plush drawstring bags with little wooden numbers sewn on the outside to avoid confusion.
Every bell should have a decent home. If you know of some bells in need of rehousing then why not do it? If not now, then when?If not you, then whom?
A sock is a home for as foot. It is not a home for a bell.
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