A Clean Mess

i think that the nursery is finally starting to look clean although a few things just might need a bit tending to yet so i do believe that it's list time ~

• the cobwebs have new cobwebs spun upon them with again new ones again on top of that with another whole layer on top of that although i will say that it's a good thing spiders like to spin their silk in different shades of paint as it certainly does add splash of colour ~ blicky ~ but then colour none the less
• the dirt pile that was once swept into the corner has upped and managed to find the dustpan itself
• or how about the ivy that was in such a knotted jumbled mess that it figured out how to actually dance the twist
• what about trying to erase the pretty pictures that have been drawn on the scattered note pads
• and then who could forget the tumbleweeds mixed in with the beads that roll aimlessly across the floor ~ i will note though that i have absolutely no idea where tumbleweeds might have come from here in the nursery
• oh yeah ~ and what about the ball of yarn that had turned itself inside out only to find another knot on the end that was in a different colour
• then there was that really really really really long purple thread that somehow came across spools of green and pink and yellow threads and the wrapped them so tightly together that they will never be able to be separated 
• how do water the silk flowers that have taken root on the floor
• what about the coloured markers that have long since dried up but are still so extremely smelly that we use them as incense to keep the nursery smelling fruity
• and how on earth do you pour the food colouring dyes back into their own matching coloured bottles

that's quite the list and i do know that it will only grow longer and longer as how do you expect to get anything done with a nursery full of faeries?

confusing doubtfulness

oh what shambles, chaos, jumbles and topsy-turviness.

finding a wee scribbled note all scrunched up hidden in a dusty cobwebby corner were thoughts from my school days (and no, you do not get to know, and there will be no guessing at how old i really am).
and yes, in case your were wondering (or to scared to ask) i did have to shoo away (hubby says it wasn't exactly me who did the shooing) an awfully massive spider (hubby says it was in fact a really a teeny tiny one..but a spider is a spider).

i'm thinking that my faeries must have been with me even when i wasn't aware of them that so long ago.
as one re-reads these lyrics that at the time were not intentionally written for Fae or even anything faerie related but don't you think that these words could have been penned from a faeries viewpoint instead?

"remember to always

believe in your spirit

your hopes and dreams

be true to one's own self

and those around you!"

"take a chance 

believe in yourself

dare to dream

live to love"

with this crimpledly diary page found that one can't even imagine or even want to remember what thoughts i must have had running unbuttoned through my noggin.
but thinking upon it now one must bethink that faeries do not write in verse or song but through riddles and puzzles that one may never untangle or piece together.
may the secrets and the mysteries leave us giggling when silly pieces of paper are found in a corner long lost.

a question for you then

...have you ever heard the faeries laugh with a twistery melody that it leaves you befuddled?

Presentation Time

I would like you all to meet Heather :)

Her name was the petal drawn from the basket (by my hubby) to win Faerie Nutmeg.

It is sad to see her leave the nursery but I am happy that she has found a new and happy forever home :)


Congratulations again Heather.

A Free Draw You Say....YES!!!!! :)

I am trying something new.

On my Facebook page you can find a photo of Nutmeg and all of the instructions to enter to win her. The draw date is Wednesday, October 10th at midnight (MST) so please drop by and put your name in.

You can find me at The Enchanted Pathways Faerie Nursery on Facebook or by using the link on the right-hand bar.