Listen to your inner voice
Tonight she dreamed that she was sitting at the edge of an ocean at dusk. Land’s End. Vastness. Curled up in her comfy folding chair in front of her big bus. Holding a glass of her chilled drink, she watches the seagulls dive-bomb shells onto the sand to make them open. She likes the bickering and the squawking, the chasing of prey and the little gulls dramatically begging after their parents. Seagulls. Tomorrow she’ll paint the gulls fighting over the mussels.
knitted body, stuffed with sheep wool, painted head with green sheeps locks, twigs for feet, embroidered with glass beads, hangs on the wall, approx. 24”/60cm, comes with a seagull
€ 125,– plus S+H (around €15,- in the EU, please inquire for other destinations)