I’ve been asked to lift my head briefly from this fascinating Botanical Almanack I was reading, to introduce myself to you.
My name is Molly, but since there was a previous proprietor of this little bookshop who went by the same name, the inhabitants of Steampunk-Shrunk Towers call me Molly II, which sounds rather regal, I feel. Apparently the first Molly was enticed to head off to live in a beautiful home in North Wales with someone everyone here calls ‘Her Ladyship’. I’ve read her book, naturally. It’s called ‘Molly, by Herself’ and explains how she took on the job of sitting in the bookshop and encouraging customers at our Steampunk-Shrunk craft stalls to buy some of our books.
Since she left, the little bookshop has been gathering dust and the book sales at craft markets have dwindled. Apparently customers are less interested in a simple display of books, but enchanted by the idea of purchasing one from Molly’s Book Emporium – probably the smallest functioning bookshop in the world.
So how, I imagine you wondering, did I arrive on the scene? Well, to be honest, I was one of a large group of 12th scale porcelain orphans who were (oh, the shame!) being auctioned off on a well-known online site. Mrs S was the successful bidder and we duly arrived at the steps of Steampunk-Shrunk towers in a state of considerable disarray. Between us, we had an assortment of missing limbs, grubby, torn clothes, matted hair and ugly faces. Regardless of that, we were all warmly welcomed and given a comfortable home. Eliza brought us each a toffee apple (except for the babies, of course) and asked whether there was anything we needed. I asked whether there were any books I could read to the younger ones and Eliza jokingly enquired whether my name was Molly, by any chance. When I told her it was, she gave a gasp of excitement and bustled off to tell Mrs S.
Can you imagine my excitement and pride when I was taken to the workshop for a makeover and then presented with my very own bookshop, positively bursting with all manner of volumes? I have a padded chair to sit in, a table with an oil lamp and shelves and boxes filled with all the reading material I could wish for. I’m allowed to go and read to the little ones whenever I like and my only duty is to work once a month on the market stall.
I attended my first craft and vintage fair last week and sold 27 books! Everyone was delighted and praised me for being a first class bookseller. Perhaps it’s my turn to write a book…