Well, well, well… here we are. The first little collection of designs are now ready to leave their nest go out into the big wide world.
Dawn of an era
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Well I’m still ironing out wrinkles, so it won’t be a click-bang and the clock strikes midnight kind of Opening.
Instead it will be gradual.
We will see a few droplets fall and find each other to become trickles. Trickles will merge into rivulets feeding tiny pools that grow to puddles. The puddles will rise and spill forming streams which widen into creeks and then rivers…
…by which point we will all be sopping wet.
Opening Eve Eve
Only two more sleeps till Opening Day. How positively thrilling.
You are probably wondering when you might see a few items show up?
Well rest assured I have been scurrying around hither and thither like a rat building a ship, and tomorrow we will see photos begin to appear.
These truly are exciting times to be alive.
So, what is this place?
Well, its not quite finished yet, but it will be a shop.
Like a corner shop? With lollies?
Um, no.
More sort of… say, do you remember that movie The Little Shop of Horrors? Its kind of like that but it has more value for money.
Actually it will pretty much be as if you are walking down a sandy little track, and you come across a letterbox so oddly shaped that you decide to follow a path beside it. The path goes up and down and underground and inside out and round and round and finally you arrive at a crooked dome where a young man is pottering about.
His eyes are kind enough, and when he offers you a cup of tea you accept.
Inside its darker, but as your eyes adjust….goodness gracious, oh sweet mercy! The pharaohs would have wept to see such treasures as these.
Words could not begin to describe… wait, no, it must have been some trick of the light, its just rubbish.
Once upon a time…
… there was a boy named Pond.
This boy liked to make things, and he especially liked making things out of other things.
New things from old, big things from little, whole things from broken.
Sometimes he would even make facts from fiction – but they never seemed to last as long.