If I have to be incarcerated, I pray it's in pretzel jail.
In an alleyway of a town named Aub, the bars of their bakery aren't just any deterrent for unwanted entry. These bars are a twisty metal statement of true pretzel love.
A quirky flair that magnetised me instantly. Now I share this metalsmithing mastery with you.
Thank you for #18. Made my day! Woohoo!
Arty Hugs!
Posted by: Linda | August 25, 2009 at 04:42 AM
Me again.
I started LOL thinking that you are probably warping the toddler. See a pretzel and everything stops while you search for the camera. Can't wait to ask him about his early pretzel experiences with you when he is a teen. Hugs!
Posted by: Linda | August 26, 2009 at 01:13 AM