Nothing’s apt to put a witch in foul humor faster than the drudgery of housekeeping – ugh, such a chore! Alswythe has been at it all evening and has finally plopped herself down on a sliver of moon for a breather. Poultice, who has been trying to make himself scarce all night, silently pleads with his eyes that you not mention any missed dust bunnies in the corners. How do you think they got there in the first place anyway? Best you tiptoe off and return bearing a great deal of … chocolate.
The original of this collage was constructed of art paper, vintage images, dresden trim, glitter and punched crepe on a Strathmore photo mount card.