Having no children in which to share the snow with my inner child decided to pick up the challenge this morning from a collector who suggested that I put down my brushes and instead build a snowman, or in my case a Snowpossimal.
So returning back to my childhood I donned my big coat and put on my wooly gloves, slipped my stocking feet into my wellies and off I went. Unfortunately it left Jayne snow clearing but I'm sure she understood, Snowpossimals are serious business. With eight inches of snow to play with I had plenty of material but as soon as the rolling snow ball reached waist height I knew that was it. The sheer weight stopped me rolling any further and it came to rest beside the Bunnyopolis fence much to the dismay of Aaran, Jura and Iona.
So any neighbours looking out of their window at 8:30am this morning would have seen a slightly disturbed middle aged man giggling in the garden and occasionally stopping to stand and talk to himself Winnie The Pooh style rolling snow. It looked even worse when I rolled the head and added the ears, even to me it looked a little obscene.
Still, half an hour later and using a trowel and a small dibber I had somehow managed to carve myself a Snowpossimal and heart. Two small stones for the eyes completed the look and it now stands proudly looking into Bunnyopolis.
So, can you beat it? Send me your pictures on either twitter (#Impossimal), Facebook (Impossimal) or Instagram (Impossimal) and let the world see them!
www.petersmithcollective.co.uk Home Of Foreverbunny and the Impossimals
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