books and cleverness … there are more important things.
Cat doesn’t know what to do with the butterfly that flew on its paw.
I can’t breathe I’m laughing too hard
But the wolves will come again…
Had to share this with you all. The nursery where my mum works wanted a fairy house for the children to play with in the garden, so they got an old doll house and asked if my mum would redecorate it. Me, my mum and my dad have spent the last few days turning into this. It is also full of tiny furniture made from twigs and other random things, but that is a work in progress, might share that with you all if I get chance. I just finished making cups, plates and pots out of apoxie sculpt, plus a unicorn head that I will hang on one of the walls.
That is amazing - And I’d love to see the unicorn head too :D
I know by this point I’d be trying my damndest to keep it for myself, and give the bairns something else to play with. You’re a very talented family!
You’re moving through the tall grass, getting a glimpse of the prey,
the shoulders mostly, the mane. You prepare your rifle. You’re very quiet.
And then there’s a moment. The wind changes, the grass stops swaying.
The lion turns, looks at you. The moment you realize you are no longer the hunter, you are the prey.