A Tale Of The Uncontrollable And Uncontrolled Ethel Eldritch.

Heeding only the wild wind's call, 

this way and that she ran.

'Til silently the dark woods enfolded all around.

 Caught in The Governessa's grasp, this little one.

 Led by icy hand, down and down...

There, deep under the Willow and darkly cocooned, the Ghastly one has her.

"Dear Ethel Eldritch, to where will you run?" 

A Glimpse of Tales Soon To Be Told

Thank you all for your comments on my rather melancholy tea party. I wish I could have visited you all more often but the rural internet connection has left me swept up in a dusty corner for the last two months. Roll on satellite!

Here a glimpse of two undone but soon to be, you shall see...

The Unfinished One And The Tea Party

She waited and waited 

and waited in vain

Oh, she'd forgotten to tell them 

she'd moved again!

Terribly sad it's true. 

But, at least there was a visit,

 from a curious moth or two!

For a successful party or three, please click the pic to go and see Miss V. 

and the mad hoards of Tea Party revellers...