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Back in January I was waiting for a bus. It was dark at 4.45pm. I happened to look behind me into the window of a charity shop that I’d been in earlier & there was a big Monster High bundle for £4, including the school playset, which goes for silly prices on eBay. I was gutted because that shop shuts at half four. Then one of the volunteers came out & I asked if they were open: yes, she said, for another ten minutes. They had to shove that stuff into two bags & get me out of the door before I missed my bus. But the playset was intact. A minor miracle.
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“MY homunculus. Mine. Not yours, mine.”
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Tending to the altar.
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Sleepy kitty, happy kitty, purr purr purr…
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Nukes meets Louise, aka The Doll Who Went Mouldy. Nukes - Will I look like that when I’m fifty!? Louise - You wish, honey. You’ll lose your wig and most of your limbs long before that. 
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Not her usual wig.
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Hard at work. That book won’t write itself.