Ginger the Kitten
Blue Wren on a Tea Cup


Their accompanying pendants available as of this afternoon in Little Shop Of Handmade, Woorayl Street, Carnegie. Soon to be on my etsy store!
Ginger the Kitten
Blue Wren on a Tea Cup





"This is the part in the show where we all lie down on the floor"
I wish I took these photos but I was so far back they all kind of looked like lemmings to me!





Here is my darling Herschel the blue tongue lizard, minging out on some toast last weekend. He is 6 years old but we have only owned him for 2 years. His favourite pastimes include being scratched under the chin, eating snails, drinking soy milk and chilling in the sun.
Laura, 20 year old Pony Hunter, Auckland
Ebba, 15 year old student, Umea
Tess 15 years old, Amsterdam
This evening I will tell you how to dress as a 19 year old Neil Finn (3rd from right) pictured above in Split Enz in 1977
Detachable Peter Pan Collar in Black and White stripe by luminia
Intense Black Eyeliner by ErzulieCosmetics
Dylon Fabric Painting Pens Lincraft

Above are some new creations I have been working on in preparation for the market! Most of the market is undercover, but lets still hope for blue skies!


Some inspirational pages of Russian folk stories from vintage childrens books. The fox is always sly and cunning! Courtesy of The Animalarium blog.
Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth. Only, i don't know how they got out, dear. Turn me back into the pet that i was when we met. I was happier then with no mind-set. And if you'd 'a took to me like A gull takes to the wind. Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree And i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well. New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries. Hope it's right when you die, old and bony. Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall, Never should have called But my head's to the wall and i'm lonely. And if you'd 'a took to me like A gull takes to the wind. Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree And i'd a danced like the kind of the eyesores And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well. God speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs, And bleed into their buns 'till they melt away. I'm looking in on the good life i might be doomed never to find. Without a trust or flaming fields am i too dumb to refine? And if you'd 'a took to me like Well i'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.
