Picture the scene....
A tiny workshop in the beautiful Tuscan countryside. Grasshoppers chirrup in the heat as we wander up to the gates, above the door a sign
"Laura Geller's Artishan Workshop".
Inside the heat is even more intense, the clay ovens tirelessly bake brightly coloured discs of pigment. Men with big moustaches crouch over a workbench, hand pouring sticky black liquid into pencil-like tubes and writing "Mascara" in curly writing on the outside. Whiskers falling from their face are quickly gathered and hand made into the finest brushes.
Over in the corner, pretty young women mix pots of pink and peach coloured wax, before filling moulds which will later grace the pouts of the worlds biggest movie stars.
"Mamma Mia!" Shouts one of the older atrtishansh suddenly. "Eet almosta luncha time-a. Where is Meesa Gella? Her pline-a landa over an hour ago-a!"
One of the pretty girls replies "do nota worry Gepetto. She willa be here. Our Mama woulda nota let her Artisans downa. And besides, I handa made her a newa baked blush"
"Carlotta whatta you thinka you saying? We are nota Artisans, we are Artishansh... Haven't you hearda the ad?..........Shhhh! I can 'ear a car...."
She swoops in. "Aaaah, my darling Artishansh! How are we all? I hope you've been hand-making lots of products here in Italy for my next tv appearance? I see you have! I'll take one of those, one of those, three of those... Ooh! Is that a new blush, hand made by my artishansh? I'll take four! Now, I must get to London... Buh-bye Artishansh! keep baking! Buh-bye!"
A tiny workshop in the beautiful Tuscan countryside. Grasshoppers chirrup in the heat as we wander up to the gates, above the door a sign
"Laura Geller's Artishan Workshop".
Inside the heat is even more intense, the clay ovens tirelessly bake brightly coloured discs of pigment. Men with big moustaches crouch over a workbench, hand pouring sticky black liquid into pencil-like tubes and writing "Mascara" in curly writing on the outside. Whiskers falling from their face are quickly gathered and hand made into the finest brushes.
Over in the corner, pretty young women mix pots of pink and peach coloured wax, before filling moulds which will later grace the pouts of the worlds biggest movie stars.
"Mamma Mia!" Shouts one of the older atrtishansh suddenly. "Eet almosta luncha time-a. Where is Meesa Gella? Her pline-a landa over an hour ago-a!"
One of the pretty girls replies "do nota worry Gepetto. She willa be here. Our Mama woulda nota let her Artisans downa. And besides, I handa made her a newa baked blush"
"Carlotta whatta you thinka you saying? We are nota Artisans, we are Artishansh... Haven't you hearda the ad?..........Shhhh! I can 'ear a car...."
She swoops in. "Aaaah, my darling Artishansh! How are we all? I hope you've been hand-making lots of products here in Italy for my next tv appearance? I see you have! I'll take one of those, one of those, three of those... Ooh! Is that a new blush, hand made by my artishansh? I'll take four! Now, I must get to London... Buh-bye Artishansh! keep baking! Buh-bye!"
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