It all started when I allowed Molly to set up her own miniature book emporium on the Steampunk-Shrunk stalls. That, of course, has been a great success. People seem to enjoy perusing her little shop’s booklist and I have fun extracting the volumes they want with my tweezers.
Then I was aproached by the apothecary. He wondered whether I could accomodate his shop on my stalls as well.
I have mixed feelings about the cures and potions, although I have to confess, they do sell rather well.
My first issue with them is that they’re not very ‘steampunk’. More witchy, really. I asked whether he’d consider selling engine oils and axle grease, but he wasn’t interested.
“People crave my potions,” he wheedled. “They simply can’t get enough of them.”
And that leads me to my second issue with his goods: I’ve encountered several customers who expect them to work!
Oh dear. I simply don’t know how best to react when an adult customer selects a minute bottle of glitter or cork chippings labelled ”Undead Exterminator” and asks in-depth questions about how to use it as protection from zombies. Such things have happened several times.
So let me make it quite clear, here and now, that although this is probably the world’s smallest dispensing apothecary’s shop, and although the bottles look very attractive, are reasonably priced, and the bottom shelf has an ongoing buy-one-get-one-free promotion, they simply DO NOT WORK.
I have agreed include his little shop on my stalls but have made it clear in my labelling that it is an extremely dodgy establishment. I also inform any potential customers that the contents of the jars are guaranteed not to work on anyone over 6 inches tall.
The apothecary seems quite happy with this, and his bottles continue to sell, so I suppose all is well.
Many of the labels, by the way, which make this shop so enticing are created by the quite brilliant Betsy at an Etsy shop called Chocolate Rabbit.