Hello Everybody and a warm welcome to a whirring Wednesday. It’s the most industrious time of the year. At least it is in my little workshop, if only I had elves helping me… The little houses have been lining up for photoshoots (involving much shoving, limelight stealing and a whole lot of noise of course) and getting organised to go away and worrying about last posting dates. I have had to look these up to try and reassure them… Here’s the link to what I found. So if you are still wanting a 2021 Betty Pepper calendar or piece for Christmas and you’re far away now might be the time to order …
With other worries on her mind ‘Living on the Edge 114; the North Wind Doth Blow’ has already left the building and headed to Byard Art…
When the north wind blew across the peninsula like this Clifford and Wendy knew it meant only one thing; the snows were coming. They pulled their roofs down over their windows and held on for dear life. Wendy gently hummed in an attempt to keep herself calm whilst she looked for her green eyeshadow, it was more flattering in winter light than the blue. She bore the brunt of the weather even though she was smaller than Clifford and the storm was forecast to go on for yet three more days. Still. What was three days of battering winds when your view was second to none?… xxx