My brother sent me some old photos and prompted me to remember how I used to love tiny things as a child.
You see I grew up in the English countryside in the tiniest village on the edge of nowhere, surrounded by fields... there wasn't much for my 5 siblings and me to do except use our imaginations and make our own fun. A big fallen tree became a pirate ship, I drew maps and buried them in the riverbed, and I especially remember searching for tiny people which my older sister and I believed lived in the trees. At some point I got my hands on some FIMO and started making miniatures for these tiny people and later selling them at primary (elementary) school for sweets.
For my 5th birthday my mum made me a Pink Tea Party Cake laden with tiny cakes, sandwiches and a tea set (all made from fondant icing)!
So here's the photos of me age 5, with my marvelous cake!
And roll on 24 years... this is me today. :)