Well no, sadly we won’t be steaming. there are some quite splendid steam railways around these parts, but our journey this weekend takes us on a couple of buses instead.
We will be journeying through picturesque hillside villages in the Mendips and ending up on the esplanade of the delightful resort of Weston-super-Mare. Only Mrs S will be able to enjoy the scenery, of course. The rest of us will be squashed into that suitcase of hers. Even more annoyingly, she has decided to bring along Mistress Ectophemia Fleabane and her hovel. The smell is quite distasteful, to say the least. It is best not to know what she is brewing in that caudron.
There is quite a little party of us, though. Mr Coggleford and his remarkable son Jasper are coming along for the first time and little Alice will be putting in an appearance, as well myself, Lady Cristabel, Grace Pendleton and the distinguished inventor Augustus Robottom. We will endeavour to stay as far from that creature as possible, and hope that she finds a new home to plague enjoy.
Coggleford & Son are bringing along a selection of their beautifully restored furniture and there is a slightly alarming ‘spooky section’, influenced, no doubt, by you-know-who.

I have to admit, though, the display is going to look quite striking with all those purple lights shining up through the potion bottles and amulets. Not to mention the creepy cabinets!
All in all, we should have a very inviting stall at the Dollshouse and Miniatures Fair being held at the rather impressive Royal Hotel on Sunday 22nd September from 10am – 4pm.
Do hope some of you will be able to visit, and please buy that Fleabane woman yourselves some delightful miniature treasures.
Kind regards,
Delilah Camshaft
“But we don’t do spooky stuff,” Mrs S protested, having just returned from a highly successful steampunk rally where the retro-futuristic gizmos, gadgets, clockwork devices and watch cog jewellery had gone down splendidly.




Our latest sales venture is hiring a glass cabinet in a beautiful craft emporium in the Somerset town of Street.

Yet we bear temporary setbacks with fortitude and a grim determination to uphold our standards of excellence.
We will present ourselves and our unique steampunk items with pride and decorum at the Dollshouse and Miniatures Fair at the Ipswich Hotel, Copdock, Suffolk IP8 3JD on July 22nd, between the hours of 10.30am and 4pm. We sincerely hope and trust that our patrons and well wishers in the area will come along and pay us a visit.
Fear not, Steampunk-Shrunk enthusiasts. Normal service will soon be restored.
Inconsiderate, we know, but she has been working hard, and she’s promised to add yet more stunning steampunk stock to
Continuing with my series on what’s available at Steampunk-Shrunk, this week I’d like to highlight the Cabinets of Curiosities.
Of all the things made here, I think the gadgets and gizmos are my favourites. I love scouring charity shops, discount stores, eBay and so forth for tiny weird bits and pieces I can upcycle, combine and transform in wild and wonderful ways. Inevitably, I was ending up with a mass of very fragile tiny steampunk gadgets, whose purpose I could only guess at. A few found their way into the room boxes or the hands of my characters, but Charles Tradescant here decided to collect the rest together into wooden cabinets.
Greetings to all from the grey, damp and murky land of Avalon, where life, myth and mystery combine curiously amongst the swirling mists (well, actually thundering hail storms at the moment, but that’s a temporary glitch, I’m sure).
Messrs Crackington and Balsover are busily creating an emporium filled with a host of cunning contrivances and devious devices, which will be available for purchase at our forthcoming sales.
Over the next few weeks, we will be highlighting more of the delights you can expect to discover on the Steampunk-Shrunk stalls which will be appearing around the land.
Nervous, us? Do we look nervous? Well maybe Penelope, slightly – but the rest of us will take good care of her.
When we finally arrive at the destination – a village called Haddenham in a place called Buckinghamshire – she’s promised us that we will meet other people of a similar size to ourselves.