
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Au revoir été

Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Dream boat

Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?'
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Anthropologie

Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Thread People


Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Licorice allsorts
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Surfy surfy

Friday, February 12, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Immersed

Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Dandelion
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Sale!

