3 graces

it started off with me picking up acorns, quite absentmindedly on the walks in the nearby woods and once back home looking at them again and noticing how they kind of reminded me of tiny breasts, all very shiny and new; anyway, forgetting them for a bit and then a couple of days later seeing those beautifully rounded fresh green acorns had withered away and become small, brown and not nearly as attractive as before, as if they had, how to put it delicately imploded, deflated - maybe not so delicate then - a bit like how my own body is evolving, despite my efforts to keep in shape, practicing yoga, going for long walks and eating the right foods, along with of course coffee, chocolate, the occasional glass of wine (honest) and many mugs of tea, both herbal infusions as well as the dark stuff topped up with full fat milk!  a balanced diet so to speak

 this led to me wanting to use the acorns into making small dolls, with tiny beads for eyes, a mouth and a cunt (as it so happens I was not the only person with cunts on her mind, I refer of course to Grace's post 'how It is, or, appears to be', where she in turn points us towards the podcast The C-word in Kaizen's post  'words' ) and as I had 3 table-leg-stumps with which to make the type of doll I had in mind, I made 3 dolls, which of course led to them being nick-named The Three Graces, goddesses representing beauty, charm and creativity

they not only have each other for company, the long-fingered toad and the dashing Garden Tiger Moth immediately latched on, quite literally, realising something groovy could happen if they did their best tickling the Graces' fancies; who knows what could come (out) of this?

added bonus: dear friend J returned from Sweden bearing exquisite wicker work gifts: a picnic basket and the rug beater, which immediately set their excited minds racing.....


p.s. I have added a new page SHOP, which is a shop