Friday, September 12, 2008
Last of the Summer Wine
Somewhere in my attic there is a little felted orange pumpkin that this witch usually holds on to. If you would see this little stuffed pumpkin by itself, say on the floor somewhere, you would think, "what the harry is THAT?" Meantime, she has to hold a cheap, silk orange flower. Disgusting, I know.
Posted by Mercer's Daughter at Friday, September 12, 2008