Below: Inside the Mouse Hole Above:Granny's Shop "The Mouse Hole"
Hello everyone, Anna here. Today I thought I would tell you how The House of Mouse came to be what it is today.
The story starts with my Granny, Margret Greaves. Granny and my Grandad “Crispy” (short for Christopher) lived in a little seaside village called Mousehole (pronounced “Mou-zul”) in Devon, England. They owned a little shop on the seafront that sold Crispy’s watercolor paintings, tourist gifts, postcards, shells and little felt mice that my Granny made. Granny would sew these little mice during the winter when the shop was quiet; she made them wearing little costumes – a priest, a chef, a gypsy lady and many others.
Sadly Granny passed away when I was only three, so I don’t really remember her. I have a vague memory of being in her shop – where the shelves seemed to go up forever - But I grew up with her little mice peeking out of nooks and crannies in my parents’ home. Many of the mice came to live with us after Granny died.
The House of Mouse on Etsy. My family regularly tell me how proud they think Granny would be, if she could see what I was doing now.
Granny and baby Anna
Taken in 1980