Frankie & Petey

Brit Box

   Free Brit Box TV this week. If you know me you know I love "free" 🙄 TV, England, crafty stuff, and mysteries. Well, let me tell you, Frankie and I started off with Make it at Market with a lady who weaves faeries and unicorns from willow and a carpenter. We were impressed. Then, we tried the British equivalent to cold cases. Hey, if you want to get away with pedophilia, (for the record the term does not automatically come up with The Google Monster because pedos rule the world), rape, and murder move to England. The episodes leave you feeling sick and very happy to have a gun. The last British crime series I watched had a nervous bobby killing a criminal with a filing cabinet. Spare me! This is why Limeys call me a mean NAZI. Tough 💩. Letting a dirty bugger get away with raping and murdering thirty little boys makes even me look good. ☮

Dreams 6/27

 Dreamt that I was at a big old establishment in England for an antiques auction and tea. My parents, brother, and friend, Janey, was there. My family was nestled in a dark little booth on the right side of the room, beneath a little paned window. There was a rose print cotton table cloth, and the table was set with antique china dishes for tea. There was another man, middle aged, with a brown beard, who was sitting across from them in the middle of the room at a table set the same. He was situated in front of a tall glass case, crammed with antiques of all types. Janey was across the way, on stage, giving a welcoming sort of speech to a small but crowded auditorium. Somehow word got out that things not meant for sale would be auctioned. Mummy got angry and my family left in a huff. I was trying to comfort and convince the bearded man that his belongings were safe when Janey came from the stage and took a little cave diorama in a terrarium type of glass dome from the case telling me it wasn't for sale. It was her's. It looked as if it was constructed of stones and gems and set with tiny silk plants. 

Sinclaire: Handmade, OOAK, Unicorn Doll

                                                                  Sinclaire
 

Shiner's Easter Unicorn

 

The Lost Unicorn

The Lost Unicorn

In a woodland glen so deep is where he came to stay, my lost and lonely unicorn who I had chased away.

With timid eye he reflected the world's mystery, if I had but beheld the dream he'd still be here with me.

But my eyes grew sharp as adder's fangs, bore down upon his horn, is it any wonder that he fled, my frightened unicorn?

And he was quick as starshine, hooves beating on the ground, my misguided feet could not keep up, and he could not be found.

My hands, they miss the silken touch of his golden mane, my elusive unicorn, I never knew his name.

My heart yet beats for wonder of where he came to stay, a gleaming white unicorn who I had chased away.

Dana Lee

The Lost Unicorn Card