‘Twas the Night Before…
Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, Christmas Eve has finally arrived at 13 Piccadilly Terrace in the year 1815!
Year: 2021
The Hen Takes Flight!
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…
Just Give Me THE Money!
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…
Slaving Over a Hot Stove – Me Thinks Not!
I profess that cooking is definitely NOT my forte and as I am oblivious to the designs of any kitchen – I would rather spend money on chocolate and books than on a cooking gadget.
Blood* Hell! The Windows are Finally Dressed!
Can I have a drum roll please?
For I am delighted to announce that the windows here in Piccadilly Terrace are FINALLY dressed!
As the Poppies Blow…
Today is Armistice Day and I wind my way through my garden to the old corbel stone that is nestled among the shrubs and ferns and where my ‘Poppy Garden’ now waits…
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.
In Search of a Lost Soul? Oh My!
Tilly Simms hadn’t really enjoyed the celebrations of the festival of Día de los Muertos as she had been very troubled by the strange behaviour of a small furry cat who prowls his way through the sleepy hamlet of All Hallows…
Orange IS the NEW Black!
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 Tee Makes Tea – Boatswain Soaks Up the Warmth?
Yes, I am still here and I can guess the thoughts most uppermost in your mind right now as you read this!
Procrastinate? Why You Lazy….
An exclusive remedy freshly brewed from the ancient recipe book belonging to one Claire Eno…
Shrink Me! A Miniaturist Makes a House Call.
As I looked around at the familiar sight of the huge fire with spit roast and bread oven – I felt as if I had shrunk and had actually wandered into the basement kitchen of Lord B’s abode!
The Price is Right?
As Byron was languishing inside the comfortable environs of 13 Piccadilly Terrace on a warm June – he was firing off an epistle to a literary pal and champion of liberal thought.
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!
OK! Holy Monday – Let’s DO This!
With the glorious celebration of Palm Sunday over, I returned to St M’s the following day known as Holy Monday AND it wasn’t long before I heard the patter of familiar mice feet…
That's SO Tee Bylo! 