Charlotte Kiln Presents: ThisWeek'sWhirl -Cakes, Candles &the Curious Case of Froobel Darlings

As penned by your ever-watchful kiln-in- residence

My Dearest Creators,

What a delightful tempest of beauty, bubbles, and brushes this week has been.

We're incapable of swooning (alas, I am made of firebrick), I most certainly would have.

The paint pots trembled, the cakes vanished, and one fabulously flamboyant local influencer caused a minor social media stampede. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

The Froobel Effect

She arrived without fanfare - coiffed, composed, and altogether too stylish to be mortal. Yes, I speak of Froobel, the enchanting proprietress of the art studio just around the corner.

With a flick of her brush and a flicker of her phone camera, she posted a casual story from within our walls. What followed was carnage - the digital sort.

"Is Froobel in your store?!" came the WhatsApps, the DMs, the flutter of intrigue. Dutch browsers flooded our feed, our bookings began to ping, and before

her teacup was empty, there was talk of a collaboration. Candles (her craft) and ceramic holders (our domain)? Naturally. A little wax, a little prosecco, and a candle-lit painting soirée is already in the works. Stay tuned, darlings. There will be fire - and not just from yours truly.

The Chocolate Carrot Cake Uprising

It began, as revolutions do, with a whisper: "You have to try the cake."It ended with guests reserving slices before they even selected a ceramic piece. Our now-infamous chocolate carrot cake has taken on mythic proportions. One guest asked for a slice for now and

"perhaps one to go - for my partner." (Surely for herself. We don't judge.)

Moral of the week: come hungry, leave glazed.

The Sweetest Baby Shower

Soft laughter, painted keepsakes, and delicate teacups filled the air as we

hosted our very first baby shower.The mother-to-be radiated like a kiln mid-

firing - warm, powerful, and ready to create something beautiful. Her guests

painted treasures. I observed. There was joy.

It was a tender, luminous gathering. I may have teared up. (Metaphorically - steam

is my only form of weeping.)

A Fully Booked Affair—in Half an Hour

A lovely South African lady stopped by for a "quick chat" about planning an event.

Dear reader - thirty minutes later, the morning slot was entirely booked out.

Some call it efficiency. I call it destiny. We can't wait to host them.

A Family Affair —and a Queen on Her Throne

Saturday brought not merely guests, but a dynasty. Two daughters. Their partners.

Their children. And at the centre of it all - the grandmother.

She did not simply attend. She reigned.

A matriarch of quiet command, she sipped her bubbly, surveyed her legacy, and allowed her kin to paint in the safety of her grace. I have never seen such stillness wrapped in such power. If I had a crown, l'd tip it to her.

And so concludes this weeks dispatch, the prosecco has been restocked, the brushes cleaned (mostly), and I've heard whispers of another surprise guest on the horizon. But you know I never gossip... publicly.

Until next week, my darlings -

May your glazes be glossy, your secrets

safe, and your cakes perfectly spiced.

With fire and fondness,

Charlotte Kiln

Curator of Ceramics, Scandal, and Sentiment