This is Harriet

Harriet is and I admit its hard to tell in this picture a Skunk, not being native to Europe how she got to England is a Mystery although this is what she told me last time I asked. She decided to upsticks sometime after hearing the 2000 Presidential election results. She waved by to Ma, Pa and her siblings who she claims resemble the Walton family but with significant issues. She'd heard that it was legal to keep Skunks as pets in England so decided that was where she'd head. On route she brought herself a pair of glasses and a cardigan. It is cold in England so the cardigan makes perfect sense, but Harriet is not short sighted so she actually has no reason to wear glasses. Still I'm not gonna mention it.
P.S. If you don't believe a word of this some say she comes from TKMAXX bargain bin.

Some more clothes and blankets for weirdos....

Picture above is a merino fairisle blanket, two silk textured cot blankets and Mrs Mouses five children (one quite obviously adopted), dressed in their Christmas party dresses, all except for the baby who is wearing her night gown. I have included a tuppence piece for scale, but for those not familiar with English coinage the baby is 1 and a half inches high undressed.

My latest moose production......

No not the weirdist musical you'll ever see. A new knit. This is a laplandish moose, a keen traveller she has amassed a marvellous wardrobe with her American skirt inspired by Willa Cather's Lucy Gayheart and its opening description of skateing parties, and her Russian inspired blouse all rendered in four-ply. This little lady (21cm high) would love a trip aboard the trans-siberian express with some other woodland friends but just as much as fireside chats and roast chestnuts. More clothes follow later, and who knows luggage!


Yours faithfully Holly

The Sheep waking up

Isabel Allende's Eva Luna.

This is possibly the most recently read of all my Isabel Allendes' because I'm always coming back and re-reading it. To get caught up once again in the powerful human emotions as well as the myth and magic that permeate this story. Taking in a diverse cast of characters and places , dropping in and out of time. The reader is swept along as Eva Luna recounts her story from her almost mythological conception and childhood in south America. Alternating the story with the childhood of her future husband Rolf in Second World War Austria with an abusive father.
The twin strands begin slowly to wind together as the war draws to an end and Rolf must confront both the return of his feared father from the army and the previously unspoken evil that the towns people have tried to ignore. When his father turns up dead one night he is forced to flee to South America when suspicion falls on him.
From there we watch as these two people come closer and closer to being united. Aside from the central characters there are plenty in the additional cast of characters whos stories stir the emotions . And whose quest for happiness is as beautiful as the central story they surround .

Lima Bean's new Mum..

Okay she is a Skunk but as you can see she is trying to look Andean .

To Daisy

"Get well soon Mum"