I may not have a car or even a licence to drive one, but as of today, I have a pumpkin.
Found in a charity shop in Hampton, one of Melbourne's bayside suburbs, and costing only $12.99, its signature tells me it was (beautifully) made by the illusive "Barbara W" in 1988.
Who knows? My fairy godmother might appear, and in a whiff of orange-coloured smoke, I'll have something convertible, something with wheels. But I think, instead, this wonderful, fat tureen will be going to someone I regard as my fairy godmother, whose birthday comes any day shortly, just after the equinox.
The workmanship, colouring and finish are finely rendered. To be honest, finding this is more important to me than finding a vehicle anyway. People like me travel without wheels. But then, I have always lived in fairy tales...