To the voodoo doll's secret shame, it had never quite gotten the knack of loose leaf tea. It had dozens of canisters and tins, all of them quite lovely, but confronted with the mess of tea balls and strainers, it generally just wound up guiltily dunking a teabag.
Another quick little piece. Not autobiographical. No. Not in the slightest. Don't know anybody like that. 5.5 x 6.5ish, original is for sale, prints are available for $10 plus shipping--send a note or visit Red Wombat Studio at [link]