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The Hen Takes Flight!


“When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laughter broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.”

If the author of the enchanting tale of Peter Pan is to be believed then Sir James Matthew Barrie will no doubt be reassured to discover that there is at least one faery who can be found skipping about within the stone walls surrounding the ancient City of York – although at first glance, she may be mistaken for just another conventional human – appearances can be deceptive!

For those of you who have known me since childhood, it will be of little surprise to discover that the return to my hometown of York has reawakened those mystical qualities of my character and with the opportunity to acquaint myself with the inhabitants who reside at the bottom of my new garden – my fascination for all things fey has taken flight as it were.

And now with my wings firmly in place as the Crooked Hen, I’m engrossed in my own little world either in my crowded shed at the bottom of the garden or else nestled inside my garden studio with a cup of tea to hand.

And it is from within the cosy confines of my shed and studio that I am working on the design of one of two rather unique 12th scale models stuffed with those fantastical and whimsical items I hope will add a perfect finishing touch to the shopping experience for those ‘Small’ folk from the All Hallows Hamlet.

You may never know but I may even weave a tale or three for you?


As the Poppies Blow…


Today is Armistice Day and with the weather here in York somber and dark, the ambiance feels somehow appropriate as I wind my way through my garden and to the old corbel stone that is nestled among the shrubs and ferns and where my ‘Poppy Garden’ now waits.

I would be alone if it were not for our three resident chickens, affectionately known as the ‘Girls’ who are keeping a respectful distance and as I pause while holding a silver cross decorated with a Flanders Poppy and with the eleventh hour approaching, I think of the poem written by John McCrae:

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

It is then that I hear the familiar rustle of leaves and before I can add my tribute to the others in the garden…​

I can see that Murphy has slipped quietly into view with his own poppy tribute cradled between his paws.

As I watch him carefully place his poppy in the garden – I wonder who is occupying his thoughts today for having recently discovered the identity of an another ancestor who perished in WWI – I’m thinking about a Private William Lamb who never lived to see his 21st birthday.

Although my research about William still continues and with the promise of exciting tales as yet undiscovered, I have been sharing the ‘fruits’ of my sleuthing on the family history blog and a newly commissioned ‘Roll of Honour’ will soon have pride of place within the cosy interior of St M’s Parish Church in Merryworth Town!

However, much to my surprise, I hear yet another rustle of the leaves and there before us is Minnie B!

For on this most solemn day of remembrance, she too had made her way through the garden all on her own with a carefully nestled Poppy between her paws.

However, it is Murphy who senses her uncertainty about what to do next and he quickly makes his way to her and gently shows her what to do.

With Minnie B’s tribute now sitting proudly along with the others in the Poppy Garden, I watch them as they pause before the rows of silver crosses.

But with the now sky growing darker and with the promise of a heavy rain – it’s soon time for us to leave.

And as the felines set off for home in search of a warm fire, I take a moment to enjoy a last look at our Poppy Garden.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.


Stirring Up More Trouble!


‘Witch and ghost make merry on this last dear of October’s days ~ Unknown’

As the sun disappears on this All Hallows Eve – the folk from the All Hallows Hamlet are excitedly polishing shoes and dusting their finest hats as they dress to impress to celebrate the Festival of Samhain BUT not everyone wants to enjoy this special evening!

Sadly, there is no fabulous frock to wear or a sumptuous banquet to enjoy for Claire Eno this All Hallows Eve as this reclusive and unfriendly crone is busy pottering about and cooking up some rather unusual elixr from inside the Harum Scarum Emporium which is carefully shielded by the prickliest thorn bushes and whispering trees in this bleakest part of the hamlet.

There are no visitors here and Claire’s only friend is the ancient book that has been in her family for as long as anyone can remember and it is from within the dusty pages of this HUGE recipe book that she concocts a vast array of nasty potions from the beautiful flowers, nourishing berries and healing plants that she gathers every day at dusk and even though they all gather dust on the cobwebby shelves waiting for the customers who never arrive – Claire is unable to stop weaving her unkind magick…


 

Vampyres and Werewolves? Oh My!


Matilda ‘Tilly’ Simms hadn’t really enjoyed the celebrations of the festival of Día de los Muertos yesterday as she had been very troubled by the strange behaviour of Murphy – the small furry cat who prowls his way through the sleepy hamlet of All Hallows and who charms all who cross his path – including old Bella Pendle, the grumpy owner of ‘Dogwood & Myrtle General Stores’.

“Oh my!” sighed Tilly as she thought about Murphy stalking the All Hallows graveyard at dusk with some very odd white foam on his face!

And why was he suddenly leaving his grey fur all over the place, she wondered and then she remembered the time she had spotted him hiding behind that strange mask of silver as she was enjoying a quiet walk alone!

“Oh my!” sighed Tilly.

As Tilly is something of a creative soul, her imagination was now flying all over the place like the leaves tumbling from the old oak trees surrounding the All Hallows Hamlet and she began to wonder if the cat she had seen was NOT really Murphy at all BUT a shape-shifter in disguise OR the beastly familiar of an evil witch!

OR could it be that Murphy was now slowly transforming into a werewolf?

“Oh my!” sighed Tilly.

And after sighing some more, Tilly knew that help was needed AND quickly as she was very fond of Murphy even though he had made her quite cross one day when he had chased away those spiders she had been saving for a very special spell.

Having remembered a faded poster pinned to an old tree to hire someone who could chase away all kinds of strange creature – Tilly went in search of this tree and as it was near the Dolce Vita Patisserie; she knew that her visit across the All Hallows Hamlet would be worth the long journey if there were any of those delicious Cream Pumpkin Pies on offer!

Later that evening and with a shopping basket full of pie and and a map in her hand – Tilly decided to pay this elusive vampyre hunter a visit!

Now, even though she had been warned by a sharp-tongued old crone that the Monsignor lived in the furthest corner of the All Hallows Hamlet and that he did not welcome unexpected visitors – Tilly was still determined and despite her fears, off she went in search of a tiny stone cottage with a rickety wooden porch known to be surrounded by bare trees and mystery.

And with the light fading fast, Tilly finally arrived at the home of the Monsignor and this grim and forbidding place haunted by some hidden terror was everything that she feared it would be and having spotted the tell-tale sign that someone or something had been there too – she now wanted to run away as fast as she could.

But despite her terror and determined to do all that she could to help Murphy – Tilly decided to push that old wooden door open.

“Oh my!” sighed Tilly.

TO BE CONTINUED…

‘Vampyres and Werewolves? Oh My!’

A Crooked Hen Production


Tears for Fleurs!


After the celebration of All Hallows Eve, the first day of November is one for remembering the dearly departed with the festivals of the Mexican Day of the Dead and All Souls’ Day and with this in mind, I designed a unique teardrop tribute of flowers for display inside the design room of one of my favourite flower shops.

However, given that my photographic skills appeared to have deserted me when I set about capturing some more images of this floral spray perched on a table – I was relieved to discover that the results of the outdoor shoot were something of a compensation!

And if you would like to discover the tale behind the creation of this teardrop floral spray then please read on!

Using a combination of off-white silk roses, snippets of Conifer and some other bits of fauna that I snaffled from my garden, I also assembled a piece of DRY Floral Foam, a handful of fine silver wire, my trusty pair of scissors and a mug of tea…

I might add that the choice of beverage is optional!

With the snippets of Conifer, I begin to design a ‘Floral Bed’ in the design of a teardrop.

For those of you familiar with my floral creations, you’ll know that I love to use ‘real’ foliage when I can and that I am also an enthusiastic ‘harvester’ who loves to take advantage of the free pickings from the hedgerows and bridleways around me!

As I continue with the snippets of Conifer, my design begins to take shape.

Conifer remains one of my favourites to work with for reasons that include a gorgeous colour, the appearance of being ‘freshly picked’ for many weeks and its heady scent which j’adore!

Now that the basic teardrop design has been completed, it’s time to add the silk roses which are a lovely off-white colour.

With the roses in place, I now add the other pieces of interesting foliage that I have harvested.

I use the silver wire to hold the pieces of foliage intact within the spray.

The silver wires are also useful for creating ‘circles’ of foliage which adds nicely to the design.

As the design is nearly complete; it’s time to add the finishing touch with some tiny pieces of fresh moss.

I use the moss to fill in any of the small gaps that remain until I am happy with my design.

With my floral spray completed, it’s now time to enjoy a well-deserved mug of tea.

Although I have used ‘real’ foliage for the creation of this teardrop floral spray; alternative snippets of plastic, silk or even paper leaves would also happily work with this design and I have found some wonderful pieces of ‘foliage’ while browsing the aquarium department of my local pet store.

And even though I have been creating and teaching floral design for many years now, I believe that everyone has the ability to make some sort of an arrangement with the use of fauna and flora and once you have mastered the basics – there really is no right nor wrong way!

I hope that my tutorial will inspire you to create your own little floral masterpiece?

Between Two Worlds?

As a child I loved to shock others with the tale that I had been abandoned at birth by gypsies and raised en famille with kindly mice in the crypt of an old church.

Alas! The truth is altogether more unremarkable for although blessed with an illustrious and extensive lineage, I was in truth raised in genteel affluence in the shadow of the ceremonial stone gatehouse of Micklegate in the ancient City of York –  a Yorky who lives by the ethos that a book, a decent cup of tea and a bar of chocolate can ALWAYS make the world a better place.

A dreamer from birth with a taste for history and the irresistible urge to create – by day you can usually find me along with my battered tool box inside my atelier creating away with the radio blaring out and surrounded by shelves of strange creatures, baskets of fabric, tubs of paints, the odd pot of glue, stacks of paper, exotic woods AND usually under the watchful eye of a black feline with an abundance of cattiude!

However, and as the sun falls on another day and with the messy apron discarded – I go in search of the dead.

For if I’m not thrilled by a bundle of old documents, poring over the details of a tatty burial record or recording an exciting discovery of an elusive ancestor in my old notebook – I will be leading unsuspecting visitors through the snickelways and secret passageways of York as the Lady Brigante while sharing the tales of the illustrious, miscreants, artists, misfits and those ordinary folk ALL lost to history – until now!

I have been asked on more than one occasion how I can move between two very different worlds – one which indulges my passion for creating all things miniature and the other in which I can be found wandering through cemeteries in a quest to wake the dead.

For me, it’s not a question of ‘why’ but rather ‘why not?’

AND although it has long been rumoured that the very name of Brigante is of notorious origin signifying rascals and bandits and that I share the blood-line of a famous outlaw – it is also a truth universally acknowledged that this familial connection has offended the more delicate sensibilities of my Brigante clan in the years following  and as such we must speak of it no more. 

Lady Brigante

‘Storyteller. Sculptor. Seeker of the Dead…’

Vampyres? Werewolves? Oh My!


Matilda ‘Tilly’ Simms hadn’t really enjoyed the celebrations of the festival of Día de los Muertos yesterday as she had been very troubled by the strange behaviour of Murphy – the small furry cat who prowls his way through the sleepy hamlet of All Hallows and who charms all who cross his path – including old Bella Pendle, the grumpy owner of ‘Dogwood & Myrtle General Stores’.

“Oh my!” sighed Tilly as she thought about Murphy stalking the All Hallows graveyard at dusk with some very odd white foam on his face!

And why was he suddenly leaving his grey fur all over the place, she wondered and then she remembered the time she had spotted him hiding behind that strange mask of silver as she was enjoying a quiet walk alone!

“Oh my!” sighed Tilly.

As Tilly is something of a creative soul, her imagination was now flying all over the place like the leaves tumbling from the old oak trees surrounding the All Hallows Hamlet and she began to wonder if the cat she had seen was NOT really Murphy at all BUT a shape-shifter in disguise OR the beastly familiar of an evil witch!

OR could it be that Murphy was now slowly transforming into a werewolf?

“Oh my!” sighed Tilly.


Orange IS the NEW Black!


When witches go riding.
And black cats are seen.
The moon laughs and whispers
‘Tis near Halloween

I have loved this quote for as long as I can remember and with a passion for anything  and everything  to do with Halloween, I always wanted a black cat and was beyond thrilled when Minnie B came to live with us – even though she can get into the occasional spot of mischief which is usually when she wants to grab my attention or else she’s pestering for a few of the cat ‘treats’ I keep hidden away.

But, I remain smitten with her and now that she has been created in 12th scale by the talented Pearl from Literature in Miniature  – She is the inspiration for this All Hallows Eve tale.

At first Minnie B had  been very excited to have received her special invitation to the party at Nicole’s House for this All Hallows Eve but as the day arrived and even with the promise of lots of delicious cake – she was not her usual happy self.

As I was carrying boxes of paint and glue from my shed at the bottom of my garden, I spotted her sad little face as she perched upon the old corbel stone alongside her cherished invitation and even though I still had so much work to do for another All Hallows Eve project – I had to stop and see if there was anything that I could do to cheer her up.

“What’s happened Minnie B?” I asked as I put down my boxes of paint and glue.

“You look so unhappy! Have you forgotten that today is the day of the Halloween party at Nicole’s House? And why the sad face? You have been getting so excited about going to this party for weeks now!”

“Well, I was excited until I saw that book you have been reading; you know, the one about how all  black cats become unlucky when they grow old and they can get the nasty eye too” she said.

“A book about an old black cat with a nasty eye?” I asked feeling puzzled. “I read a lot of books Minnie B but I really can’t remember ever reading this one!

Are you sure that you haven’t got this book mixed up with another one or has Murphy been trying to scare you again?”

“Oh no he hasn’t!” She quipped.

“I have seen this book on your desk and it even has a picture of an unlucky old black cat with the bad eye on the front of it!”

And then, I remembered!

She must have seen the book that I have been reading about old superstitions and which tells us about the customs of black cats and  the symbolism of the evil eye throughout our history.

“Oh Minnie B! My book isn’t about black cats with a nasty eye who become unlucky when they grow old!

My book is a collection of very old stories about why we do certain things such as not walking underneath a ladder or getting upset when we break a mirror and saying ‘Bless You’ when someone sneezes and this book also tells us why we believe a black cat is a lucky cat.”

“So, I’m not going to become an unlucky cat with a nasty eye then?” she asked as she slowly stretched out her front paws and her fluffy tail began to sway once more.

And when I saw the return of that confident glint in her copper-coloured eyes, I replied “Minnie B, I think that you are already one of the luckiest cats in the world as everyone loves you, including Murphy and have you forgotten that Nicole asked you to be the special guest at her party?”

“Hmmm, I haven’t forgotten but I don’t really want to go to Nicole’s party looking as I always do as everyone else will be wearing their special costumes and I’d love to be able to dress up too.”

“Well, how about wearing a hat?” I asked “You’d look fabulous and I know just the person to ask if we could borrow their hat for this party?”

And so with the clock ticking and daylight fading fast, I raced off to my shed in search of this amazing hat created by Kat the Hat Lady and which I knew would be just the thing for Minnie B.

And, joy of joys, how truly magnificent she looked in this straw confection of orange ribbon decorated with diamante and topped off with a glorious and huge golden dragonfly.

I was so thrilled to see her potter off happily to the party knowing that she would have the most wonderful time, even though I was a little jealous at the thought of her tucking into all of that mouth-watering cake and yummy candy I knew Nicole would have lovingly made for all of her guests.

Although I didn’t see Minnie B after the party had finished – I heard that she was a great hit with everyone there; even if she had eaten too much of Nicole’s Toffee Apple Candy Cake and had left with a gift bag stuffed with even more candy and chocolate!

However, I have heard a whisper that she has promised to share this bag of treats with a certain someone….

TO BE CONTINUED!


When Glum Pumpkins Gleam?


“I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself than be crowded on a velvet cushion.” ~ Henry David Thoreau

It all started on the afternoon of All Hallows Eve as I enjoyed a wander through the garden in the autumn sunshine and stopping to tidy up some withered flowers – I noticed a small poster pinned to the trunk of the plum tree.

And as I approached the old pear tree and could see something swaying in the light breeze, I crouched down to take a closer look and there was another poster!

I’d only taken a few footsteps more before I could see a cluster of tiny leaflets in the grass and hearing a familiar rustle of leaves near an abandoned old wooden stool, I tip-toed towards the large bush near the rickety fence…


To the All Hallows Hamlet?


‘See It, Feel It, Breathe It. Magick and Beauty Are All Around You’

As the sun goes down and you find yourself in need of a little retail therapy then why not join me for a unique shopping experience?

Welcome to the All Hallows Hamlet, a collection of fantastical weird and wonderful emporiums and abodes populated by the folk of myth and legend AND where the weird and fabulous collide!

Whether you are in want of a black rabbit, a herbal cure for that headache or like me you find yourself rather partial to some delicious candy…

Or maybe you would like to make an impression by wearing a unique hat or to add to your literary knowledge of all things mystical?

Perhaps you are in search of some food for your pet Dragon or you fancy the idea of buying a loved one a beautiful Orchis Fatalis from the ‘Fetid Flora Flower Shoppe’?

And if after all of this shopping, you find yourself in need of a little light refreshment, there are a couple of eateries that may tempt you…

However, you do need to keep an open mind as you peruse the menu!

Yes, I can promise you that a visit to All Hallows Hamlet will certainly make an impression upon you and will hopefully leave you a little lighter in pocket!

And as the doors of The OtherWorldly Emporium have now opened – why not indulge in a ‘little’ retail therapy as you browse the shelves of a magikcal emporium and linger over the intoxicating array of exclusive notions and potions designed to entice your imagination AND your wallet?


In Search of a Lost Soul? Oh My!


It’s Día de los Muertos and Tilly Simms is on a Mission to Save THAT Little Big Cat!

Tilly Simms hadn’t enjoyed the celebrations of the festival of Día de los Muertos yesterday as she had been very troubled by the strange behaviour of Murphy – the small furry cat who prowls his way through the sleepy hamlet of All Hallows and who charms all who cross his path.

Matilda ‘Tilly’ Simms hadn’t really enjoyed the celebrations of the festival of Día de los Muertos yesterday as she had been very troubled by the strange behaviour of Murphy – the small furry cat who prowls his way through the sleepy hamlet of All Hallows and who charms all who cross his path – including old Bella Pendle, the grumpy owner of ‘Dogwood & Myrtle General Stores’.

“Oh my!” sighed Tilly as she thought about Murphy stalking the All Hallows graveyard at dusk with some very odd white foam on his face!

And why was he suddenly leaving his grey fur all over the place, she wondered and then she remembered the time she had spotted him hiding behind that strange mask of silver as she was enjoying a quiet walk alone!

“Oh my!” sighed Tilly.

Follow the Tale!

In Search of a Lost Soul? Oh My!

Vampyres and Werewolves? Oh My!

A Crooked Hen Production


Chocolate? How EGGstraordinary!


After the austerity of Lent, Easter ALWAYS calls for something a little special in the way of floral design and my plans for the 12th scale church in the Parish of St M’s one year were NO exception!

And as the liturgical colours for the church at Easter are yellow and gold – I decided to create two arrangements with the use of these fancy pedestals which are typically used for the display of a painted egg.

Using a combination of real chocolate eggs, some stunning paper leaves, snippets of Conifer along with other bits of fauna I had snaffled from my garden and with a handful of fine silver wire and my trusty scissors; my first step was to attach a piece of DRY Floral Foam to the top of the pedestal.

With the snippets of Conifer and inspired by the shape of the humble triangle, I begin the design of my arrangement.

I should add that Conifer remains one of my absolute favourite faunas to work with as it has a gorgeous colour, the appearance of being ‘freshly picked’ for many weeks and a heady scent which I simply adore!

I also employ the use of fine silver wire for those snippets of Conifer which require more flexibility in which to arrange.

Adding the paper leaves to the arrangement was less troublesome as they were already wired and so it was just a case of arranging them as shown.

And now for the REAL fun!

In order to add the eggs to the arrangement, I made a tiny hole at the base of the egg with my trusty tool of all trades and having inserted a piece of silver wire which I then cut to size, the egg could be arranged in the dry foam with ease.

As the eggs were a little larger than I would have liked (NOW, there’s a first! ME complaining about the size of a piece of chocolate!) I only needed five for this arrangement.

And with all the eggs now in place, I added pieces of dried twig and continued to add more snippets of the Conifer here and there.

For those of you who are familiar with my floral creations, you’ll know that I love to use ‘real’ foliage when I can and that I am an enthusiastic ‘harvester’ who loves to take advantage of the free pickings from the hedgerows and bridleways around me!

With the design nearly complete; it’s time to add the finishing touch with some tiny pieces of fresh moss which I love working with!

I use the moss to fill in any of the small gaps that remain until I am happy with the design and after a gentle spray with misted water from top to bottom, my pedestal arrangement is now complete and ready for display.

Now, what to do with the rest of that chocolate?

What say you?


OK! Holy Monday – Let’s DO This!


“It is written in the Scriptures that God said, ‘My Temple will be a called a house of prayer for the people of all nations.’ But you have turned it into a hideout for thieves!”
Mark 11:15

With the glorious celebration of Palm Sunday over, I returned to St M’s the following day known as Holy Monday and the day in which Jesus stormed into the Temple of Jerusalem and in anger threw out all those who had been buying and selling in the surrounding courtyard.

And having hurled the tables of the money changers upside down and kicked over the stools of the pigeon sellers; he then reminded the astonished crowds that the Temple should be used only for prayer.

As the buying and selling inside any church remains a hot topic for debate some two thousand years later, I shall say no more about it other than the idea of a furious Jesus throwing tables, stools, pigeons and the people out of the Temple courtyard has had a powerful effect upon my imagination since I was a child!

However, here at St M’s on this Holy Monday, our church was much more serene…

OR so I thought!

As I was enjoying a little peace and quiet away from the hustle and bustle of my studio with Easter eggs still to paint, the pedestal stands to clean, flowers for the Chancel to prepare as well as the search for little Barry’s eye glasses and adding the finishing touches to Mark’s football scarf – I heard the patter of familiar mice feet…

And proudly wearing her favourite blue checked apron and with feather duster in hand was Angie!

As the mouse who helps to keep St M’s as neat as a new pin, Angie is very busy as she rushes around the parish with her bucket and mop however, she always has a smile on her face.

And as she set about polishing the brass candlesticks for the chancel; we enjoyed a little natter about this and that…

Now even though Angie is also one of the kindest mice here at St M’s, she is rather forgetful and has a habit of losing something or another from her red bucket.

And with the polished candlesticks now gleaming beautifully, I could hear her mutter aloud to herself –

Ooo! Now where did I put my best feather duster?

Fortunately for Angie, there was another feather duster in her red bucket and with that in hand off she pottered to attend to some dusting in the Nave.

I happily admit that I would rather read a book than do any cleaning but as I watched Angie carefully sweep the dust from the St M’s Candle Stand with such lovely smile on her face, I just had to ask her why she seemed so happy as she cleaned.

‘Ooo! I love being here at St M’s Church” she said “and even though I don’t come to many of the services here, I’m happy that when the other mice visit this church, it will always be clean and welcoming for them.

And as my wise grandmother was always fond of saying ‘Cleanliness is next to godliness Angie!’

Now, Tee how about a nice cup of tea?’

Having refused my offer of help with making the tea, she pottered off to the back of the church to the ‘glory hole’ as she called it and as I listened to the sounds of clattering mugs and the kettle boiling, I wandered over to the reading stand to take a look at our church notices AND there was THE missing feather duster!

Returning with mugs of tea and with a plate of delicious looking biscuits; Angie was thrilled that I’d found the missing duster.

Ooo! I do like it in here…

Angie suddenly blurted out and as I looked around at everything out of place with the piles of upturned chairs and the dirty floor, she chuckled:

I know what you’re thinking, how can anyone enjoy being surrounded by all of this mess and confusion? Now, I don’t pretend to know much about anything BUT I have faith that it won’t be like this for long…

Ooo! Now where did I put that hoover? Ooo! There it is, silly me!

Now shouting to make herself heard over the noise of the hoover, Angie continued:

‘Tee, our world is a messy world to be sure and there are times when everything feels out of place and we will all feel confused and unhappy about itbut here’s the thing, no matter how topsy-turvy things may seem, we can still try to make this world a better place.

Now here in my world, I can’t do much in the way of reading aloud a fancy sermon or writing a prayer or even singing with the choir but I can enjoy a natter with our Mr Madrigal and give my time and know-how in cleaning…’

Ooo! Is that my missing rubber glove? How did that get there?

With the floor now hoovered and mopped and with everything as it was before, the time had come for me to return to the studio and as Angie and her red cleaning bucket were also getting ready to leave St M’s Church – I told her how much I had enjoyed our natter and that delicious biscuit!

However, just as I was heading for the door, I heard the familiar refrain:

Ooo! Now where did I leave my green polishing cloth?


Just Give Me THE Money!

On offer and measuring just 2.5cm is a miniature glass vial of ‘Fergie’s Financial Incompetence’

From the shelves of the ‘Harum Scarum Notions & Potions Emporium’ in the All Hallows Hamlet – this is an exclusive (and a somewhat sinister!) remedy freshly brewed from the ancient recipe book belonging to one Claire Eno.

But WHO is Fergie and what have they done to inspire such a potion I wonder?

With a pinch of shredded money suspended in resin, labelled in parchment and finished with old paper tied with silver wire – this little vial will add a perfect finishing touch to YOUR fantastical miniature world…

OR could YOU discover another use for it?

Whatever your plans for this miniature; this unique vial of ‘Fergie’s Financial Incompetence’ will find its way to you beautifully packaged with a collectable ‘Thank you’ card and a poster from the ‘Harum Scarum Notions & Potions Emporium’.

This is a collectable miniature and as such is NOT intended as a toy OR suitable for children.

Design and Content © Tee Bylo (The Crooked Hen) All Rights Reserved.


The OtherWorldly Emporium

‘Creating Magick in Miniature’

A Leprechaun’s Elixr

On offer and measuring just 2.5 cm is a miniature glass vial of ‘Shamrock Elixr’

From the shelves of ‘Seamus Quinn’s Notions & Potions Emporium’ in the All Hallows Hamlet – this is an exclusive remedy personally created by that wise little elf AND is guaranteed to lace life with a little of that Leprechaun magick!

With a pinch of ‘Crushed Cloves’ suspended in resin, labelled in parchment and finished with decorated paper tied with raffia – this little vial will add a perfect finishing touch to YOUR fantastical miniature world…

OR could YOU discover another use for it?

Whatever your plans for this miniature; this unique vial of ‘Shamrock Elixr’ will find its way to you beautifully packaged with a collectable ‘Thank you’ card from Seamus Quinn.

This is a collectable miniature and as such is NOT intended as a toy OR suitable for children.

Design and Content © Tee Bylo (The Crooked Hen) All Rights Reserved.


The OtherWorldly Emporium

‘Creating Magick in Miniature’