Pretty Maids All In A Row

Spring seems to be in and out of the air lately but nature's children are uncomplaining, they dance with the icy winds one moment and bathe in golden light the next.

The woods are teeming with life and beautifully abundant with bluebells and fresh green ferns, spring fever is gaining hold and the time came for Mistress Rabbit to show her face at last...

Mistress Rabbit and the headless one.

I was tempted and inspired by the lovely long eared creations of Evelyn's Wonderland and Harem6 and decided it was time the Mistress came out to play. Here she is in various states of undress... Mistress was not amused!!

Mistress in all her finery, sweet Mathilda was fancying the ribbon for her bird cage!

Then along came Deadly Nightshade...

A delicate flower of the forest, one could be forgiven for thinking her fragility a weakness. Sadly, a dark and terrifying mistake to make! She may gambol and frolic among the fungi with the birds and butterflies, but woe betide those who capture or harm the sweet souls of the woods...

A darkling's work is never done.

Dolly Daydreams And Hermitude

At times I find it tricky to keep up with my blog, I've never been a diary keeper or thoughtful ponderer, more a scribbler of pictures and collector of natures bric-a-brac. My thoughts are often unstructured and tricky little glimmers and shadows, gone as quickly as they appear!

The change of season from winter into spring left me sitting in an introverted mood for some time, which is forever a blessing when it comes to inspiration and getting busy with things of a creative nature. I've been reading, pottering, collecting, seeking, sketching, sculpting and daydreaming and thoroughly enjoying every exciting moment of it.

A bureau-full of findlings and fish eyes.

Mathilda and Eduardo have their feet done, while new folk emerge...

Myrtle And Mathilda

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!!