Bug love

Back down south where I come from, in a little town I grew up in is Tring Zoological Museum.

Growing up, we all seemed to think this museum was normal.

However, on meeting out of town folk, maybe this Museum isn't so normal! You see, this museum is full of stuffed dead animals. Hundreds of them.

Back in Victorian times, Lord Rothschild felt it would be a good idea to go hunt, kill and stuff everything.

I mean everything. Elephants, Polar Bears, Tigers, Birds, Dogs and Fish.

Now although this may seem a bit wrong...okay very wrong, some of this stuff if actually quite cool and interesting. Especially the cabinets and cabinets full of bugs and butterflies.It even has fleas in clothes, I kid you not. (I won't subject you to them but here's a pic if you are really gross)

I dreamt about it last night, and now i'm having a bit of bug love. It's probably just a fleeting fancy and the bug love will pass in a couple of days. (I would also like to point out that I never ever ever feel Bug Love when said bugs are in my house)

But this evening I have been working on one...in yes, you guessed it, felt. I'm still loving the felt.

Yes that's right, I was even organised to sketch it first (like a five yr old, I might add) and didn't just go at it freestyley like I normally do.
So I don't know where this will take me...but watch this space.

On another note, I though I would update you on some thing I was working on during Christmas. For once I wasn't just sitting eating massive tins of chocs. I managed to sew too...whilst wedging the tin of chocs under one arm.

These were meant to on a diary cover, but as usual I never got round to finishing it. So it's not finished and sitting in a pile of other unfinished things.

There goes one of my New Years Resolutions ay?

Toodle loo for now x