I scooped up these beauties at the last Waldorf craft basar we attended in Germany. I got them as much for myself as for the kids.
Don’t the stove and tiny pot, just like, kill you? I realize it’s hard to tell the scale here, but the pot has about the same circumference as an acorn top. I’m powerless before this kind of stuff. Makes me want to take up whittling, because, you know, I totally need another creative hobby.
Acorn dishes!
A teensy Fair Isle cape!
I think one of the things I like best about these is the bark. For some reason it never occurs to me to make things out of actual sticks from trees.
Hope you had a good weekend. I’m pressing forward on my novel revisions, though I had a reminder this morning of just how slow I am when I looked at where I was last year this same week. Yipes!
Are you in a reflective mood about what you’ve done over the past year? Celebrating goals met? Making new ones?
oh my, a touch of rustic whimsy!
) sooo cuuuuuuute.
Glad you enjoyed them! If I could I’d like to have a whole village of them.