Bon Jovi and the teapot
Almost three years again, a joyous insanity known as “arting” commenced. Three women; three lots of mad ideas; three doses of creativity and at least three teapots to cater for the thirty-three teas in that cupboard.
If this message makes no sense at all, that’s ok. It’s not really meant to… if it made sense it would not reflect arting at all. How sensible is it for someone to get a plastic doll and chop both her hands off? It has only just occurred to me that I don’t know how we got from “Saints preserve us”, to mummies, to egypt, to dolls without limbs?
No matter. That’s for someone else to figure out… or not!