Leggings - Henry's evil weebles.

"The evil weebles of the churches are said to be  out in force earlier this week, an invitation to talk about her early experiences as L. Abright was given out, and a person rushed forward to say of course they were, because of course, it had to mean that something might be forthcoming." Kitty divulged bitterly as she began to layer her work industrially on the table.
 
I noted with some amusement that she'd even brought a length of curtaining to put it out on, which gave it a look of credibility.  "You're good!" I enthused.  I wish I'd thought of it.  "Which ones?" I asked in reply.  I knew we couldn't ignore the situation.  They were boiling the plot in all sorts of ways, trying to be one up on her.  Trying to stop her having her life.  They didn't want her to have her cake and eat it.  Not when they when they were suffering, with sour lemon drop existences large on their Lycra Dystrophic faces. 

"The usual." said Kitty morosely.  "They read my work, read my mind, you write it down for me on abctales.co.uk so there is a record duly digitally signed.  Then they go out to get everything they can lay their hands on through the churches, etc.  Someone new for each part of my life, or for each will...  Horrid disgusting folk!  Someone called H said it wouldn't matter."

"No Christianity in it, anyway," I replied, tweaking my new design into place. 
"It's in miniature," she said examining it.  "How cute!"
"I thought it might sway their opinions of my work - if I could show a tiny complete example.  I have added that it allows me something to visualize and helps me make my mind up.  Does for dolls clothes too!"  I felt it had been one of my better ideas.  I only expected to pass the fabrics section of the course.  It had been harder than anything I'd done yet.
"So what happened when the replacement turned up?"
"If they did, as it's heresay, the schools knew, because I'd told the school myself."
"That must have been megga embarrassing!"
"Yeah, and don't they deserve it for all the bullying! I hope it did happen!"

"I think we just leave our stuff here to be judged and go." I observed as she patted her final piece into place.  Lovely dramatic colours she'd used.  Mine were all pastels. 
"Yeah, let's go have coffee, I'll just take pictures to show Phyllis at the shop later!"

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