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Outfits inspired by characters
Facts about Beatrix Potter
For right now I am posting the stories by fake chapters, since they do not actually have chapters. At the end of each story I will post and facts that I can find about it, and I will put up an outfit inspired by the main chracter(s). Please let me know if this layout is too much for your dash. I know that the posts can get rather long.
I will have the anonymous option turned on unless it gets to the point of people being super nasty. One can ruin it for all. Keep that in mind. Please feel free to talk to me. I will turn on the submissions at some point. Just not sure a which point that will be.
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The Tailor of Gloucester, Beatrix Potter (1903)
This was the outside of Beatrix Potter’s house. You weren’t allowed to take any pictures inside, but it was incredible!
Also, I have some pictures of Aiya and I together on this trip, but I think I’ll refrain from posting them here and just stick them on Facebook. :)
— Beatrix Potter (via unicornsareblue)
Every day they made several journeys and picked quantities of nuts. They carried them away in bags, and stored them in several hollow stumps near the tree where they had built their nest.
When these stumps were full, they began to empty the bags into a hole high up a tree, that had belonged to a wood-pecker; the nuts rattled down—down—down inside.
“How shall you ever get them out again? It is like a money-box!” said Goody.
“I shall be much thinner before spring-time, my love,” said Timmy Tiptoes, peeping into the hole.
They did collect quantities—because they did not lose them! Squirrels who bury their nuts in the ground lose more than half, because they cannot remember the place.
The most forgetful squirrel in the wood was called Silvertail. He began to dig, and he could not remember. And then he dug again and found some nuts that did not belong to him; and there was a fight. And other squirrels began to dig,—the whole wood was in commotion!