The Stolen Fae

It is said that fairies would steal human children and replace them with their own. Yet the truth is much stranger and horride. For sometimes a human would steal a fae child and make speed with it to their realm. The border between the Fae and the human realm would act as a sheet of impenetrable glass for any fae trying to venture there. Thus, the mothers of fairies were confined, as a rat trapped in a barn, unable to follow their offspring into the hard and brittle world of humans.

The children of the Fae were often prized. They shone brighter somehow than their human counterparts. The humans paid no heed to where their magic came from. This was their gravest mistake.

Though not human, the fairy mothers felt as the human mothers did. They wept when their children did not return. They wrung their small hands when they found that no matter their magic, they could not enter the human realm. Some would stand at the border that led to the human world, to catch a glimpse of their child, as if through a looking glass, to see their light, but never to pass through.

And though oft famed for their magic, there was none that could penetrate that world and get their children back. Instead, it was the humans that tried to spin powerful glamours, to beguile the children with sweets and gifts. But fairy children have no need of gifts or treats. For them, the breeze was a gift and the leaves on the trees an enchantment. A single word or a stone in a pocket had power. No fairy child ever forgot their mother, no matter how the humans tried. They whispered the stories their mother once told them and made the shape of the moon each night before the fell asleep. 

And they waited...

Writing Notes

I found this notecard diary in a charity shop. I thought it would be nice to write down my thoughts on the notecards and keep them in the pockets. It would also be a cute way to store dried flowers or little notes.

I find writing things down very therapeutic and I believe in the power of the pen. Sometimes writing is the most powerful tool we have.

The Butterfly Effect

Something I have been sewing at the crafty group I have been to and in my spare time, is this butterfly embroidery. I realised after beginning it that in order for the embroidery to sit well, I probably should have used a hoop, but I am happy for it to look a bit imperfect. I am learning that if something is enjoyable to do and calming or relaxing, it doesn't have to be perfect.

I actually began with a more moth like shape than a butterfly shape and just drew the butterflies on. I haven't used embroidery thread, just fairly cheap normal threads I found, with some gold and silver thrown in.

I am loving the embroidered and embellished clothes around at the moment and find them very inspiring.

This will probably become a bag. I was thinking cushion cover originally, but the symbolism of the butterfly means quite a lot to me at the moment so I would quite like a rather silly and over the top butterfly bag to carry around with me and remind me of the importance of growth and transformation. I think I will add some lace and sequins.

I also want to make some embroidered brooches.

The embroidered words are from a letter sent by Keats to his beloved Fanny Brawne,  'I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days—three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain'. This scene in the film, Bright Star captures this notion of the majestic power of the butterfly and romantic love perfectly.

I hope to share some pictures of the finished bag soon.

A Butterfly in a Storm

My life has changed a lot in the past few months. My greatest fear was realised. I no longer live with my daughter. This is against my wishes. That is as much as I feel comfortable in sharing.

Eliska continues to be my beloved daughter. She will know the truth when she is older, that I have done the very best for her that I could in the very worst of situations.

I have kept an account of my life intermittently since she was small and I have decided to continue to. This will help me but is also something she can read when she is older and know how very loved and treasured she was and always will be.

When I am feeling unhappy, it helps to write my thoughts down and make sense of them, but I also want to keep alive the place in my heart that brings me joy. A love of the small things, in fleeting moments of joy and the magical that sometimes shines in our humdrum lives, are all seeds I placed in Eliska too. I hope they will give her strength in her life, especially when it seems hard and dark.

I often told Eliska stories and hope to write a book for children, so will also use this space for my ideas and inspiration. Perhaps stories and the gift of imagination are some of the most valuable things you can give to a child.

There are things that we all do when times are hard, that keep us going. Kindness has kept me afloat. It has come from unexpected places at times and I feel very fortunate that I have some good people in my life. I also know that new people and friendships will come into my life.

Making things continues to help me. For a long time I felt unable to sew, but recently I have started to again. I find sewing very therapeutic and calming.

I am still making mice.

I made this Princess Mouse for a lovely girl who named her Nancy and the one below for Eliska.

I have been lucky to join a wonderful group of ladies on a few occasions, where I have painted and sewed and it has helped my soul. I have been inspired by the symbolism of butterflies and what they represent, which to me I suppose is rebirth, change and transformation. I am in the process of transforming myself at the moment and it will be good to read this some time in the future and to see how far I have come. I suppose I am a butterfly in a storm.

Drawing has also helped me. I drew this pic for Eliska recently.

It has also been lovely to just spend my time pootling around Yorkshire again after being away so long. I spent some time in Woodbank Nurseries in Harden recently and loved seeing the displays and beautiful things.

Their displays are very pretty and their Susie Watson pottery is a feast for the eyes.

               Since being back, I have also been delighted to rediscover charity shops. I found the case below in a charity shop and some pretty bone china.

It has also been good to sit in cosy Yorkshire pubs again. My friend took me here for some food and it was lovely.

I also visited the pub below, which was refurbished after the floods last year.

I'm wondering how the tumultuous events of late in my life will affect me. I'm still me but of course this will change me. I am determined that my life will be good, inspite of the things I cannot change. I feel like there has been a strong hand keeping me above the water when I have felt myself sinking. I'm still very soft, girly and whimsical but it isn't weak feyness. There is something enduring, solid and valuable in those feminine qualities.