
For some time now I've been trying to encase these slippery little things in a net - I've tried macrame, bobbin lace, glue, praying, cursing, pleading, threatening - but to no avail. Suddenly yesterday it all came right for no particular reason, ain't that the way?
Mebbe the mini angels were on my side this time.
And yes, the pointy one is now called 'time in a bottle' or perhaps 'lost moments' or maybe 'air from a distant world', or, you guessed it, 'Glenda forgot to fill it before adding the lid'.