A long time ago, in a town somewhere between Liverpool and Manchester, a small growing girl would rummage around her house and create stuff with her most random findings.
Many of these things would be made from wet toilet roll, sculpted and left to dry until eventually her mother hid the expensive stuff and started to buy cheap loo roll that the little girl was allowed to use for such creative bursts (which would normally happen after hours of making potions with shaving foam, toothpaste and many various toiletries). This cheap stuff didn't hold together as well, so she hunted for better, hardier materials and came across her mother's sewing box.
Now-a-days, the girl is a young woman and not only does she buy her own materials, she even bought herself a shed where she collects haberdashery in jam jars and spends hours bent over her (mother's) sewing machine to bring you the most loveliest, handcrafted products.
Every ounce of affection goes into the production of each unique and carefully crafted product... after all, this particular little girl was very fussy about the quality of her toilet roll sculptures.
