A Sparkly Rolling Pin

"Just roll me in fairy dust and call me a unicorn"

Author: Lita Burke,
'Ephraim's Curious Device'

and the time is Tuesday, August 11, 2015 @ 11:47 mdt

hmmm,

memories?
memories?

i'm really starting to think that they actually do go poof, memories that is.

glancing through my last few blog postings, did i just dream that i had written to you that i was going to start to do a blog posting along with updating either/both 'the thought' and 'the photo' tabs? huh, looks like i might have but i just can't find it.

even though these photo and quotes might not have anything to do with the nursery, faeries, flowers, or pretty things in general, i'm starting to think that i'm just doing things that happens to suits my fancy of that day. everything that just seems to pop into my noggin is what i share with you. not too sure if this exactly what i should be doing here, here on the blog, on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and the list goes on but it sure suits me.    :)

i'm thinking that i want to change the title of blog:
journal? nah, too formal.
diary? nah, too much like i'm hiding it in-between my mattresses.
notebook? nah. i think that there is a movie with this exact name.
chronicle? that so is not a nursery sounding title, so that is a resounding nah.
daybook? nope.
reminiscences? nope. as i don't figure that i will ever get to spell that word without the help of spellcheck that this one must become again, nope.
confession? well, nah.
memoir? getting way off topic here this isn't supposed to be about me but about faeries and the such, so nope.
calendar? 
daily?
note? 
observation? 
well, figure i just might have to do a bit more research on this. how about i get back to you?  this thing about 'that fancy of the day' thing will kick in will help me chose the perfect title. since i absolutely love my saved to the desktop link 'thesaurus.com' i'm sure that i'll find a few more adjectives for titling this page.

okay, we have established that i have no memory. yes, we/you already know/knew that. but onto other topics. i have realized that 'the thought' page is up-to-date but then so far behind it's not funny.

okay, we have established that i have no memory. yes, we/you already know/knew that. but onto other topics. i have realized that 'the photo' page is so not up-to-date and that i really do have a lot of work to do,  like adding another 13 photos, to be exact, well as of this afternoon of Tuesday, August 11, 2015 @ 11:47 mdt. as i've been finding that i've been updating my Instagram account in the middle of the night, and that this is how i know that there will no more to share right now.

so i'm now off to do an update on 'the photo' tab so not only was this a weird blog post but it was about figuring out needs to be done to the tab pages, finding the perfect title for this action of writing and again that whole thing called 'memories'.

as with 13 photos there is no way that i am going to show them here, so do go and check out the photo's that i have/haven't share with you. if i happen to again fall behind, you can always find the latest pictures on the nursery's Instagram, Facebook and Flickr accounts.

be ready to be awed by my amazing talent, ha ha ha, of taking pictures and writing little snippets of poetry for them.

and well, that's it. i hope that all of your breathtaking memories bring a smile to your face today and tomorrow. as i know that mine do.

all eyes on the future

waiting for the future

for you to imagine

the dream that takes you away

to the illusionist and the 'abracadabra-ist'

beliefs of astonishment and awe-struck hope

to drifting away from reality

for the seer of tomorrow

coming with the fluttering of eyelashes

breathing to the top of your head and soles of your feet

to forget clutter that has ahold

for dreams to become faerie tales

whereas the future is found

The Twisted Dance

Isn't it strange how a twisted dance step that was scribbled on a dirty napkin has not become a choreographed dance step all the way down to the contorted expression found painted on ones face.

a dance step.....

• ballet as a furry of arms and legs running wildly across the stage?
• opera as a dramatic mad scene riled with insanity?
• stage as a death scene portrayed in a Shakespearean? 
• musical as a full body movement?
• broadway as a team of singers, dancers and actors?
• television as a multi-dimensional experience?
• radio as a command of voice for your feet?
• theatre as a physical, mental, emotional and spiritual practice?
• ceremony as a performance found behind a mask?

or perhaps just a dream that happened to be scribbled on a dirty napkin?

Perfection!

The life of a butterfly, 

Oh what I wouldn't do to live in her garden.

"'Just living is not enough',

said the butterfly,

'one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.'"

Author: Hans Christian Anderson,

'The Complete Fairy Tales'

The Dream and Lie that never were.

Not knowing where one might be after the mist 

rises from the depths of the valley; 

it is here that I'm left pondering if my seeing 

what actually is there any better than the impenetrable lie that I keep close to my heart and hide in my mind. 

Do you hide and turn your face away from reality just so you can live in the bubble you call home?

Catching an Icy Toe

As all of our Northern Faeries are in their own way very special...some are very colourful, some stem from stories told of yesterdays years, some are traditions, some can be seen just out the window, and some represent the environment, land and waters of the North.

It is here where one of our elusive Faeries actually lives...

Where the most unimaginable world resides.... Where waves tips are frozen instantly.... Where just a single ray sunshine travels farther than the eye can see....Where aliens wander in all sizes and colours...Where the largest of mammals hunt undisturbed....Where the environment is encroaching in their space....Where a delicate ecological system can not be recreated...Where only the brave dare to visit...This is where Mistress Sanna calls home. And every so often she comes onto the snowy land where her tail mysteriously transforms. And if your eyes can see through the blinding white shield that is created by the blowing wind you might catch a glimpse of her across the ice. And on the rarest of chances that she might be the one to see that just as you are curious to she what blurry shape you thought was only a dream...she too, will come to the very edge of the iceberg to see what the blurry shape see seen and if it too was a mirage...It is at this time, but you must be quick....that you can take ahold of her hand and bring her back to land. Once she is warmed by the lit fire in the nursery, she will warm and start to question all that lays before her. She now waits with the sound of a ticking clock beating in mind...what other adventures wait for her. She is now ready for her next journey, perhaps one to your house....but be it known that if left out too long she will secretly sip back to her home...the Arctic Ocean.

Stay tuned as the nursery has received a wee note wrapped out of a diary from a Mistress Sanna who has begun her own new journey above the ocean.

The Release?

As I have had not much umph for creating over this past summer and I have sooo many interesting creations, different designs and even a full new line of faeries...I promise that they will slowly start to be released over the next few weeks.

Now, I do know that I have missed my prime goal of having these wee ones ready for the holiday gift giving season but you know what, faeries are faeries, they don't conform to what we humans call a calendar. They just are! Faeries are like mysterious critters that just show up. They don't have a need for a time schedule! Now I am sure that some faeries are very notorious and very precise in their ways that really do need some type of a watch but I am sure that it doesn't resemble anything like what we humans use. This in itself is what makes faeries still an enigma. They have their world, one that when they want to, they share with us. Perhaps only through misty apparitions. Perhaps through sleepy dreams. Perhaps through a sentence that came out not at all how it should have. Perhaps by stealing away 'time' in your busy day by not letting you focus on anything.

So with that all said....this first limited Holiday Edition 2014 - Candy Cane is ready to finally be shown. She has been playing here in the nursery for a few weeks already but she has her own timetable, one that even I cannot mess with. Faeries are Faeries!

Introducing Candy Cane...