It’s been a hectic and quite horrible week for everyone at Garrison Trout, but some things can rise above it all – the mischief of 2 naughty elves and the joy they give to
2 foolish adults 3 little minxes.
My friend Lorna sent a massive box of American candy and toys from her 2 elves. The minxes have been trying every trick in the book to be let loose in the huge box of sweets, but to no avail: I’m rationing it out so that Midi, say, doesn’t nick all 3 of the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups (they’re mine, I tell you! All mine!) I’ve no such control over the elves…
This photo isn’t the finished pose because I bottled it. The elves decided to wade into an unguarded ball of aran wool that magically found itself in the girls’ bedroom, in the middle of a seance-like circle of toys that the girls had set up before they went to sleep. I was too scared to photograph it for fear of waking a minx with the flash or my sniggers.
We had to spend the weekend away suddenly, but took 10 seconds before we left to set this up for the kids when we came back. Well, 2 elves missing the North Pole would *of course* hide out in the fridge! I like Edwinn’s portrait of Barbie best…