I've decided I am having a 100 Acre Wood week, forcing myself to work like Rabbit, when I'd really rather be Pooh eating a jar of hunny, and sighing a lot like Eeyore, "What's the use?" I think it is the long hot dry spell of weather and slow sales just saps my ambition. It is with low enthusiasm that I will be sending out my Salem Hallows Eve collection today. It is rather nice, I think, all dry black milk paints, but still I remain in an "Oh, bother." state of mind. Will work on correcting that!