It's a sign.

Santa let me buy this wonderful, spectacular 'Pharmacy' sign for Christmas (from the lovely Newspaper Taxi in Newtown). I feel like the luckiest girl alive. The letters are cut from ply wood and my Dad says it was probably made sometime around the 1950s. Every time I look at it I get a warm fuzzy feeling – what a glorious piece of typography. My only dilemma is where to hang it.