Myrtle and Mathilda are patient souls, I've been promising to find the time to add their finishing touches, unfortunately, that time is not yet upon me. Sigh....
So, here they are in their various states of undress, I had sworn to Myrtle that I would fashion her a new shoe and poor old Mathilda's hooves still look like an unsightly pair of white socks.
Myrtle Clumpett, the owl girl.
Such a pretty wee thing!
Mathilda Crowbird, not best pleased with her ivory tootsies...
However, loves her new gift, perhaps I am forgiven...
Here's a little chappie still to be. Wall mounted or brooch? Hmmmm, decisions, decisions!!
