Little Sticker Dolly Snow Princess: A Review

 

Snow Princess by Fiona Watt
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Such a beautiful way to wind down and avoid boredom after a full morning of tech time.
Gives me Brambly Hedge vibes.
Highly recommend.

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A Joke About A Trampoline

Q: What is a trampoline's favourite time of the year?

A: Spring!

Tech E's Diary - January 13th

January 13 - My real life took me out for breakfast at McDonalds. It was great! We had bacon and cheese McMuffins, and from Tesco we had a sausage roll each, and my real life had a chocolate milk while I had a strawberry milkshake. Yum! Come to think of it, I seem to be missing someone in my life right now…

Astro's Jetsons Movie Challenge

The Jetsons' faithful dog, Astro, needs your help! To celebrate Silver Screen's newest video detailing 20 fun and interesting facts about The Jetsons Movie, he's organised a 20 day challenge for you artists everywhere! And by that, I mean: art.

Through 20 days, Astro needs you to draw something amazing and exciting by obeying these prompts down below, as suggested by George Jetson himself. Remember: it isn't about perfectionism, or who wins, it's about having fun.

1. Soft
2. Futuristic Invention
3. Astro's Family
4. Pop Star
5. Cartoon Dog
6. Colourful
7. Fuzzy
8. Motivational
9. Winter
10. Favourite Place
11. Art
12. Childhood Memory
13. Spots & Stripes
14. Animals
15. Rainbow
16. Breakfast Cereal
17. Retro
18. Relax
19. Nature
20. Any art of your choice

Don't forget to watch the video below before joining the challenge!

Winter Magic

Alan, Brains, Tin Tin and I are out walking in the forest in winter, and we gently watch the Winter wind gently shake the he🅼locks, and we try to shake the snow off the branches. Afterwards, we slide down snowy hills and frolic about in the Winter atmosphere.

A Day With Marshmellow Coco

It's Winter in Kujali Bay, and Furaha, Orko and their friend Minty are excited because they're going to spend the day with Marshmellow Coco in her cabin in the Snowdrop Mountains. They drea🅼 up new flavours of hot cocoa, go sledging in the snow and go ice skating on a 🅼agical frozen fairy pond.

The Saddest Dream Ever - Lady Penelope & Her Ancestors

This has to be the saddest nap time dream I have ever had in my entire life. I'm on the verge of crying right now as I write this. And upon hearing this....you two will feel your tears fall out of your eyes.

The dream was set in the Creighton Ward Mansion during Winter. Snow was falling outside, and a gentle Winter wind was blowing. Lady Penelope and I were settled snugly in our bed, listening to nothing but the Winter wind outside. Something inside me seemed to be bothering me, so I got up and quietly went to the window. Outside, I saw the empty Winter atmosphere, all blue and white, and this gave me an upset feeling inside my heart, so I ran over to 'er ladyship and tapped her awake.

When she woke up, I asked her if the snowflakes are our dead ancestors. She held me close and told me, "Some of the snowflakes are the spirits of our ancestors, some aren't. Only the specially gifted ones will become the snowflakes that fall in Winter...and when my time comes, I...I...I'll become one too." "Will I remember you just by looking at those snowflakes?" I asked. "Of course, darling."

Following that, Lady Penelope turned on a gramophone, which was playing a vinyl disc full of Christmas lullabies. Playing on the disc was the saddest piece of music ever to be heard in cartoon history: "Silent Night" from the part where Tom worries about Jerry being trapped out in the snow in the Tom & Jerry short 'The Night Before Christmas' - it still makes me cry just listening to it. In fact, upon hearing it, Lady Penelope cried too. She held me close as tears fell from her eyes, and memories of all the people she loved filled her head.

Lady Penelope is more important to me than any other Thunderbirds character in the world. And since Sylvia Anderson is now gone, I could just picture her tears as rain, as a sign of remembering the original Lady Penelope will be there.

Sorry, I think I need a second...

Lady Penelope: Life In Comfort

Chapter 1:

A Cold Night In

Isolated and cut off from the rest of the world, located deep in the hidden realm of nature, there is a beautiful meadow, set right near a fresh, cool lake. Near the lake was a beautiful lake house, all quiet and peaceful, with all the wooden furnishings and soft, comfortable furniture inside.

Lady Penelope and I, her daughter, lived inside the house. Lady Penelope was well known to be full of elegance, charm and deadly danger, but here, she isn’t. She’s a loving, devoted mother who always comforts and cuddles me when need be, but can also be a little handy around the house. Unlike the universe she came from, where everyone does things for her, she does things for herself now, with precious expertise. She can cook, clean and look after the house all day to make sure she keeps it nice and clean, but she also balances it with a life of fun with me, her precious little one.

In fact, she loves me so much that it’s hard to tell who my real father is. Still, that was a question yet to be revealed soon, but now, a plethora of good times was to be had by me and my mummy Lady Penelope. These are just a few of the times we had. Let me tell you about them.

One cold, snowy evening, the howling of the Winter wind echoed through the valley, just enough to be heard inside our cosy little house, inside our living room where we snuggled together, listening to the music of the snow. I was shivering like a penguin who had been standing in the Arctic all his life. “Mummy….” I whimpered, “I feel cold.” “I know you are, darling,” Penelope said in her loving ways, “That’s just one of the side effects of a Winter chill coming through the chimney on a day just like this, when you are stuck indoors due to a snowdrift, and you’re so chilly you turn into an iceberg.”

“Y-Y-Yes,” I shivered, “I know. But Mummy, can you tell me how the Winter wind gets in through the chimney?” ‘Er ladyship thought for a moment, then spoke. “Mischief. It’s a little bundle of mischief, I tell you, always playing tricks on the poor peasants who have taken shelter in a cosy and soft house like this one.” “But the snow can’t play tricks on people!” I giggled. “Of…COURSE IT CAN!” laughed Penelope loudly, and she began to tickle my tummy. I laughed loudly. “Mummy, stop! That tickles!” I struggled to say, but it was blocked out by an endless string of loud, squealing laughter coming from my mouth.

At last, it came to me. The urge to get revenge on ‘er ladyship. WHOOSH! I leapt onto Penelope and began tickling her myself, calling out “Whooo-whoooo! Winter winds are coming! They’re gonna make you so cold you’ll freeze to death!” “No! Stop it!” shrieked ‘er ladyship, whose words were blinded by her own loud shouts of laughter.

At last, she hugged me tight in her arms, and we both were laughing as we lay on the sofa together, safe and warm. As our laughter faded out, Lady Penelope tapped me gently on the nose. “Mischief. Pure mischief.” she said. “It’s what causes those blinding curtains of snow to strand us every few hours of every Winter day.” Tears of laughter were streaming from my eyes from laughing so much, and yet I wasn’t doing just that now. “Hilarious,” I said. “What a lot of fun.” “Mmmmmm….full of fun.” said Lady Penelope, and she nuzzled me affectionately.

When we at last calmed down, Penelope suggested, “How’s about we light a nice, warm fire to keep this little spirit of mi…I mean, Winter, out of our house?” “Sure, go for it,” I smiled. So ‘er ladyship went down into the cellar and found the basket full of firewood. When I asked if I offered to help, she was pleased, and said, “The kindest hands offer to help, darling.” Together, we placed some logs onto the fire, and then I had to stand back for this one, as Lady Penelope had to get the fire going. It was a job only grown ups needed to do, as kids like myself might not touch fire, it might be really too dangerous.

At last, we had a beautiful, crackling fire in the fireplace, its warm glow filling our dark house. To make sure it doesn’t spread around our humble abode, Penelope placed the guard round the fire. “There. That should keep out any fierce flame monsters from destroying what we love so dearly. Now, there’s one thing I’ve forgotten. Do you know what it is, darling?” I thought for a moment. And then, throwing my little arms high into the air, I cried out: “A mug of hot chocolate! We can’t have a Winter night in without a nice, warm mug of cocoa, can’t we, mummy?” “Of course,” smiled mummy, “A nice mug of cocoa always keeps those chilly hearts warm and safe.”

Lady Penelope and I went into the kitchen, and I offered to help her get out the mugs while Lady Penelope filled the kettle with water and set it to boil. I chose Lady Penelope’s favourite pure white China mug covered in beautiful pink roses, while I chose a yellow mug with blue Christmas jumper patterns on it. The sound of the boiling kettle bubbled like gentle lava, and it sounded like music to my ears, along with the roaring fireplace in the living room nearby.

While the kettle was boiling, I helped ‘er ladyship placed four teaspoons of hot cocoa mix into each of our mugs. I have wanted a hot drink for ages, as my throat was turning to ice because of the harsh weather outside - and today was definitely not a great day to go outside and have fun. It wasn’t even Summer, Spring or Autumn yet. When the kettle was fully boiled, Penelope filled each mug up with warm water, while I filled each one up with milk - for me, a little extra, all because ‘er ladyship thought my tongue would burn from too much hot kettle water.

A few minutes later, we brought our mugs into the living room, sipping and watching the fire dance like African warriors in the fireplace. Lady Penelope raised her mug. “To a perfect night in,” she toasted. “The same to you too,” I smiled, and we clinked our mugs before taking a huge sip. My throat was devoid of the ice that was overtaking it as the cocoa tumbled down it. Penelope took a big, fluffy pink blanket and covered both of us with its warmth and softness. There was hot cocoa all round my mouth by the time I had finished my drink, so Penelope had to wipe it all off with a wet wipe from the table behind us.

With that sorted out, we settled under the blanket, feeling safe and warm and very tired. The violent snowstorm outside seemed to have settled, and the howling wind outside seemed to have softened to a low, gentle whistle. I sighed contentedly, and snuggled close to mummy, feeling safe and happy. “So soft and comforting…” I yawned, snuggling right up close to ‘er ladyship. Penelope wrapped me in a soft little hug. “There there there,” she sighed, “It’s been a harsh little day with no games to play outside, but at least we’ve found something to keep us entertained.” “Like…..like talking about mischief.” I yawned, trying to get the words out of my mouth.

I felt so sleepy, I snuggled under the soft, fluffy pink blanket, smiled, and fell fast asleep, my eyes as heavy as two boulders on a cliff. Penelope stroked my hair softly, and kissed me gently on the forehead. “My sweet…” she sighed, as she turned her head to watch it go dark as snowflakes danced merrily outside.

The breath of Winter made the first lullaby of the night as I stayed by ‘er ladyship’s side all through this dark, cold night, until I fell into a peaceful night’s sleep.

Chapter 2:

The Meadow

One fresh, clean Spring morning, when the weather was warm and it was a perfect day for playing outside, ‘er ladyship and I ran outside to play together in the meadow near our house. Penelope was wearing her thick green jumper and her tight jeans, while I was wearing my red jumper and pyjama bottoms, just as always. I ran ahead of mummy, calling out, “Let’s go, mummy, or we’ll be so late it might’ve gotten dark by then!” “Slow down, darling!” laughed Penelope, “I’m coming! Wait for me!”

We both ran together to the meadow, laughing loudly, my footsteps becoming loud on the path leading to the meadow. We ran through the forest, and I only paused to hide behind a tree, suspecting Penelope might like the surprise I planned for her. When Lady Penelope stopped where I hid, she looked around slowly for where I might be hiding. “Dar-liiiing!” she called out loud, “Where are you?” “Over here, if you’re searching for me,” said my voice from behind my tree (see the rhyme I made up there? Ha!). Penelope knew the tree was talking to her, so she said cautiously, “Good to see you, o magical tree. Which is the right way to meadow this time?” There was a moment of brief silence. Then, the tree shouted: “No me gusta!” and from behind it jumped me. Both of us laughed and laughed, Penelope laughing out of shock, and me laughing because of my mischievous antics.

We walked hand in hand together for the rest of the way to the meadow. It didn’t take us a long time to get there, because we finally made it just in time. The grass was long and lush and green, perfect for hiding games. “Now, what shall we play first, darling?” asked ‘er ladyship. “Well, we already played one game, and that’s Magic Tree. We always play that on the way to the meadow. I think we should play at being lions.”

And with that, I let out a loud, ear-splitting roar that made ‘er ladyship jump. Penelope laughed, and roared back. I screamed and ran into the meadow, laughing loudly as Penelope ran after me, roaring like a big hairy monster - only, she wasn’t that, she was an elegant lady pretending to be a lion. “Catch me! Catch me!” I called over the noise of the wind. “You’re too fast, darling!” cried Penelope, “How am I supposed to catch you when you have the speed of an ostrich?” “I’m too fast for you!” I called, “And that’s why I have such spee-WOAH!” I tripped over a small stone and fell onto the ground just as ‘er ladyship pounced onto me and tickled me.

“Hey! Not fair!” I teased, laughing wildly. “That’s what you get when you become prey, darling,” laughed Penelope, tickling me so hard I laughed hard too. Then ‘er ladyship rolled onto her back on the ground and laughed along with me. When we had finally calmed down, Penelope breathed out a huge sigh and said, “I think we should do a spot of skygazing, what do you think, darling?” “Of course,” I smiled, “We’ve done enough mischief for one day.”

My eyes were starting to get very heavy by the time we started pointing out shapes in the clouds. Penelope only pointed out things as beautiful as her, such as swans, diamond rings and violins playing soft tunes, but I pointed out fun things like kangaroos, cakes and camels. “But you know,” I said while talking about a cloud shaped like a camel in the sky, “I think I know that camels don’t live in the mea…dow…” And then, yawning, I fell fast asleep. In the silence of the day, Lady Penelope saw me fast asleep and took me in her gentle arms, carrying me through the forest back to our lake house.

When I woke up back in the lake house, I saw Lady Penelope staring down at me with those beautiful eyes of her’s. “Goodness me!” I cried, jumping awake. “Where are we?” “We’re home now, darling,” whispered Penelope in a hushed voice. Yawning and rubbing my eyes, I smiled, “It’s good to be home, mummy. A hot Spring day can make you very sleepy.” “And you’ll always be my little sleepykins to me,” smiled Penelope, kissing me on the forehead and softly cuddling me.

Later that evening, we had a nice comforting dinner of steak pie, potatoes, peas and a glass of orangeade each, then Penelope gave me a nice, warm bath, and after she got me dry, she changed me into some soft, comfortable pyjamas, and then, we both snuggled into the bed we shared together, safe and warm by one another’s sides, feeling comforted and safe on a warm Spring night.

CHAPTER 3:

Africa

Meanwhile, in my own fantasies, in another universe….

Lady Penelope and I lived unclothed, wild and free in the wilderness of Africa. We were untamed and had the boundaryless landscape of Africa all to ourselves - unless you count a certain lion who wanted to be king when he was a cub. Here, Penelope was a natural, free woman who thought of nothing else but caring for her precious little one like all the other animal mums in Africa, while I was just a toddler, still learning to stand on my feet, but navigating the world around me.

Winter Snuggles

Slomo and me getting comfortable in our apartment with hot cocoa and a cosy bed with fresh bedsheets when Winter hits Demeter City.

Log Cabin

Have you ever stayed in a log cabin in Australia? If so, did they provide free hot cocoa in the cupboards?

Comforting Night In

The Night Before The Snow Day (short film)

Based on the illustrated book by Amy Wummer, this beautifully animated traditional hand drawn 2D short film sees a little girl and her two dog friends running outside to play in the snow, accompanied by their friends and family of course.

Sun & Snow

Lady Penelope and me together

We play outside whatever the weather

But on this day it's snowing, hooray!

So together we run outside to play

We sit on a bench, our bottoms warmed by jeans

And talk together about what it means

To be as beautiful and glam as my mum

As we listen to the Winter wind hum

My mum and I have snowball fights

And make snow angels lying in tender white

We build a snowman, which is a bit of a larker

Because, my friends, he looks like Parker!

When Parker came out, he was surprised to see

He said, "That snowman does look a bit like me."

He tried to talk with it, but he just wouldn't respond

He was just as stiff as a frozen pond!

Age Regression Winter Favorites ♡︎

Hot Cocoa & Hugs - Winter

'90s Winter Generator

 

Embrace the '90s!

Click the button below to relive some '90s winter magic:

"Eat my shorts!" - Bart Simpson

ASMR: A Winter Walk With Lady Penelope

Lady Penelope takes you on a Winter walk across the meadow she used to play in as a child. The two of you roll about in the snow, make snow angels and have snowball fights just like you're kids again.

ASMR: An Indoor Picnic With Lady Penelope

It's snowing heavily outside, but Lady Penelope has planned an indoor picnic - just for the both of you. You tuck into some sumptuous food, then lie together on the bed and chat about how wonderful it is to be together on a lazy Winter evening.

A Poem About Winter By Purple Ronnie

Winter's all about peppermint scents

And a nice mug of apple cider

But don't drink too much of it,

Or you might attract a spider!