Jun. 11, 2009 - A Fairy Tale Library

Books for the fairytale Princess in us all!

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May. 31, 2009 - Fairy dolls

I love these fairy dolls; they remind of dancing

sprites that can be imagined skipping secretly in

a forbidden garden. Imagine...them swirling...twirling, close your eyes now...

Open and
ENJOY!



(My Friend got me this doll!)



Order HERE

Have a great day!
Your Fairy blogger,
Lexi

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Apr. 10, 2009 - New Flower Fairy Book

There is a new Flower Fairy book that has just come out. I love Fairyoplyis and all the Cicila Mary Barker fairy books, but this new one is the best!

the boo has many pop ups and fun things!

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Jan. 14, 2009 - Marie Antoinette

                Marie Antoinette was born in Austria in 1755. She married crown prince Louis the 16th of France in 1770 and became Queen of France in 1774.
    While her extravagence and and carelessness is exaggerated today (as it was in her day) Marie Antoinette did spend more than her due from the royal treasury in her royal days. She also gambled and went to MANY balls. She hated court life though, as well as the duties of Queen. And while she did ignore these things and spend, spend, spend, once the Revolution turned for the worse, she became a very strong woman. Although it was too late, and her indulgence was her best known attribute to the peasents, she cut spending and helped her unprepared husband during the heated revolt. Yes. she was a compulsive spender in her early days, but I believe she matured as the times grew hard. When she was put on trial, the same year after her husband was executed, she defended herself very well as she was charged with horrid things she didn't do.

  I really liked this youtube video from the movie with Kirsten Dunce!

Enjoy!

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Jan. 7, 2009 - Mint Melody

Mint Melody

For the Common Cold
in Winter Time

1. Get a tall glass and fill with ice.
2. Get mug and put mint tea-bag inside.
3. Boil water and pour into mug.
4. Let steep FOR 20 Minutes--til extremely strong.
5. Remove tea bag. Reheat in microwave 1/2 min.
6. Mix three TSP of honey into hot tea.
7. Stir until dissolved.
8. Pour strong, sweetened tea onto ice, wait til cold. Add candy cane into glass.

ENJOY!
The mint will help soothe throat and make you feel 'clearer.'
ENJOY!

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Dec. 30, 2008 - www.thefairysgarden.com

   I am extatic! I found a website where you can purchase the

pieces, and literally build your own FAIRY GARDEN in the

corner of your yard or flower patch! Now I, being me, have

always been fascinated by Wee-FolK gardens and this is by far

 the coolest way to do it. ALL PHOTOS COME FROM THE

FAIRYS GARDEN

If interested go there.

    ENJOY!

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Dec. 29, 2008 - OOOPS

    Ooops! I posted a TEA POT picture-story on my poetry

blog instead of here! Please follow this link to my other

blog to view it.

Lots of love-Lexi OFG

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Dec. 26, 2008 - Christmas gifts in Olden Land

            It is Christmas time in Olden Land. The fire is cracking and the tree all lite up. And perched beneath the holiday tree is a little girl, no more than 9 years old. Her frock is pink calico and her golden hair done in ringlets. The only thing she is thinking about now, however, is those toys from Saint Nicolas. Shall we see what she got?

1. A doll. No girl should go without one of these.


2. A Sewing bird. This little song-bird makes no music in the morning. Made of brass, he helps semetresses of all ages by attaching to a work table and holding hems or material by the beak while they sew.


3. Oranges. Children usuaslly received small fruits in their stockings


4. Material for a dress


5. A muff. Muffs were soft and acted sort of like gloves or mittens. Very handy for winter.

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Dec. 24, 2008 - Found Among the Fairies---A Story : Part the Seventh, Eighth, Ninth and Tenth

Sorry I haven't posted lately. Normally blogging will rebegin right now! To make up, here are 4! parts to my story, Found Among The Fairies. Yes, this is the finished story! Yeah!

Found Among the Fairies

Part 7, 8, 9 and 10

Part the Seventh:

        About the time Sun-beam finally realized she had entered the human-world, Liam Ronald decided he would get nothing from the fairies for his hard-ships. “Nell, we ain’t keeping her any longer!” Liam stated one night. Nell gasped and protested frantically to her husband while mending socks. “Oh no, you don’t mean it! Liam, she won’t live by herself!” Her husband grunted.“We won’t either if we keep feeding her. Listen, I say we give ‘it’ to her, along with enough bread for a day.” Mr. Ronald looked down to the ground and sighed. He didn’t like the strain his visitor was causing on his household pantry, but he didn’t welcome the thought of her ‘weaving a spell with that gibberish” again. Nell looked at her husband curiously. “Think it would help? It might be valuable-thought you’d want to keep it and pawn it off.” Her husband shrugged. “Sally needs it more.”

      Sun-beam was told she must leave, and to their surprise, the Ronald’s found she agreed with them. “I am sure now that I am not in the fairy-world after all.” She explained. “I’ve always known I was from your world Mr. Ronald, but I didn’t think I was here until yesterday.” She sighed. “I don’t know how to get home though. I have no recollection of what part of the moor I headed from last week. I do wish I had some-one or something to help me. You’ve been so nice! But…I just don’t know where to head!“ Nell glanced at Liam who nodded. “Shannon has some’ting for ye.” He commented gruffly. Nell shook her uncombed hair reprovingly at her husband as if to say, ‘be kinder.’ “Shannon has had so much fun playing with you, Sally, and hearing about your fairy friends.” Nell smiled. “Come here Shannon!” Mrs. Ronald called to the back of the house.

      “What isssss it?” A small pointed-eared fairy clad in a green-reed sentinel outfit asked, mesmerized at a faded bud that was laying by the gate to the human-city Sun-beam was in. A stout, mature fairy lightly slapped the first, shaking his head with impatience. “That, Lt. Acorn, is one of our Princess’s flowers from one of her pretty wreathes she makes!” The younger fairy looked in awe at the flower for a moment, then asked, “What does it mean?” His commending Officer grunted and called loudly, “We’ve found a village Sun-beam has visited boys! Alert the other regiments to come quickly!” Within an hour, tiny fairies were flitting about, quietly searching the village for Sun-beam.

     Meanwhile, Sun-beam had just missed her searching friends. She was now joyfully bounding across the meadow toward the mushroom ring. Shannon Ronald, a true play-mate, had given her an antique-looking, golden compass. “I found it at the market.” Liam had said roughly. “Thought it might help direct you home.” Sun-beam had tilted her head. “He means, this is a ‘compass’, an instrument used in locating direction.” Nell had explained patiently. Sun-beam nodded vaguely. “But I don’t remember the direction I came from.” She protested politely. All three Ronald’s had glanced knowingly at each-other. “It’s magic!” Whispered Shannon. “Mum figured that out! Tell it where you want to go---and it’ll take you there!”

     Sun-beam had set off after many words of thanks, for she realized that in this strange land of her birth, things weren’t always as happy and carefree as in the fairy-world, and the gift was a very precious one from such a poor family. Once outside the town-gate, Sun-beam flipped open the compass lid, and murmured the words “Moon Stone Empire.” The compass needle spun wildly and suddenly stopped, showing the direction of the mushroom ring! Within moments she was gliding up the moor, with every intent of finding her fairy parents awaiting her arrival.

      What a surprise she was in for! When Sun-beam stepped over the mushroom ring, and found herself transformed back into her paradise home, she also found that the city was empty and unguarded! “What has happened!” She cried. “Mother, Father, Twig, Olive!!!! Where are you?” Desperately, Sun-beam ran all about her meadow, where so many happy years had been passed, but all that she found was a very odd structure which had never been there before. Has someone invaded and killed everyone in my peaceful kingdom? She thought frantically. Maybe all the invaders are in this strange palace! Maybe I’m not safe in my home anymore! What’ll I do!?!

Part the Eighth

        Two flashing blue eyes peeked into the Ronald’s window. In a snap, a whole fleet of eyes strained to see the going-ons in the shabby cottage. Mr. Ronald was crouched on a wooden bench, while Shannon and her mum where sewing on the floor. No fire was going, and no smell of hot dinner drifted through to the fairies. Four fleets of the little beings were anxiously peeping at the dreary little scene before them, for one quick little Sentinel had spotted dried flower-buds scattered about the living-room. As the fleet were gazing suspiciously at Shannon, (who was a lass very much like Sun-beam herself,) a sudden shrill went up from the inside room. The fairies had been spotted!

      Liam Ronald rushed to window and pulled it open, so the panes swung inside the house and didn’t hurt the sprites. “Saints be praised! There are fairies in the world!” He cried, smiling happily for the first time in years. In a flash, Shannon and her mum, Nell, were by Liam’s side, staring in wonder. Meanwhile, the fairy army, so surprised, was poised in mid-flight. Suddenly, in a demanding tone, a fairy voice sounded, “Where is Princess Sun-beam?”

        The floating fairies parted in respect, all bowing as King Aspen waltzed through the air toward the inside of the hut, where three ragged humans stood with wide eyes. In a second, Queen Moss appeared, seeming more gentle, but grave. “Humans of the Big-People World, we seek our adopted daughter, who has lived with us since she was an infant. We see her wreathe-blossoms scattered in your home and know she has been here, since you haven’t our variety of blooms in your world.” Queen Moss spoke elegantly, floating toward Shannon Ronald and smiling kindly. It was the poor Irish girl who spoke first. “Why yes, Sally…I mean Sun-beam, was here. She left a little while--” Shannon was cut off by an explosion of gasps from the fairies, still hanging in the chilly breeze. “You’ve kidnapped her!” One voice shrieked. A rustle of excitement swept over every fair head until it seemed like the fairies were buzzing! “Please, ‘highness,” spoke Mrs. Ronald kindly. “We didn’t do anything of that sort. Come in and we’ll tell you everything!” The thin woman directed her speech to Queen Moss, who nodded slightly.

        Counted, there were 107 fairies fluttering around the Ronald’s home throughout the next hour while the human-family told the worried fairy parents about Sun-beam. “You have been faithful friends to us fairies, we are grateful.” King Aspen stated gracefully, standing up from his seat he had taken in a small cup on the table. “Yes indeed, most faithful!” Queen Moss exclaimed twirling in the air with delight. She spread her arms out wide, dancing nearer to Liam, and his enchanted wife. “When we get a hold of more of our magical dust, we will bless you with many things, luxurious and useful!” She said happily. “You see, we have had some trouble back in our Empire. Someone stole our precious fairy dust.” Liam and Nell nodded solemnly; they needed food badly, but were too stunned at the possibility of having much more than just that, to complain. “May I have a dress like Sally, I mean Sun-beam?” questioned Shannon who sat, watching the fairies, someway off. Queen Moss smiled. “Indeed my dear. But we don’t need dust for that! I promise I will weave you a fairy gown and bring it to you soon!” Liam frowned at the fairy’s remark. “Shannon may not need those fancy-” He was silenced by a stern look emanating from Nell’s face. “Of course she does Liam!” Nell gasped horrified, then turning to the fairy’s added, “You should send a scout to find Sun-beam, she was intent on seeing you!” 

     Sun-beam had hidden herself in a patch of tall Irises, crying herself wet, trying to decide what to do. “I’ll go back to the human world!” She sobbed aloud. Stretching herself to her full height, she gazed about her fairy-realm, than fled at full speed across the mushroom ring back into the human world, accidentally leaving the golden compass forgotten, amid the Irises. Once on the moor, a last glance showed her that the beautiful realm was now a small circle of grass. “Good-bye home.” She murmured sadly, turning back to the green fields. Suddenly she froze stiff, her eyes had adjusted away from the mushroom ring. Could it be? She thought wildly. It was! “Mother, Father!” Sun-beam screamed wildly jumping like a child. King Aspen and Queen Moss were gliding across the moor toward her, with their company of regiments in tow! In addition, all the search groups that had spread in different directions were floating happily from North, South, East and West, all heading toward the mushroom ring! “All Hail Sun-beam!” Thousands of fairy voices sang in unison! “What was lost has been found!” Added two high voices. Twig and Olive rushed forward to Sun-beam and started to tickle her! 

  Part the Ninth:

    The whole host of fairies, along with over-joyed Sun-beam, returned to Moon Stone Empire happy to settle back into their normal life. However, things didn’t calm at once. Sun-beam was officially presented with her castles, which she found out was not an intruder’s home, but rather her own. Stories were related back and forth once the royal family was settled in the new palace. Princess Sun-beam realized that her beloved Kingdom was safe, the fairy population had only been absent because they were searching for her.

    Over the next few days, amid settling back in, the fairies greeted sorrow a couple of times. When hunting for their Princess, some faithful fairy regiments had fallen into enemy (aka human) hands. Now, injured fairies came hobbling back to the kingdom, bruised and scarred from having been handled by the big-people. However, spirits soon revived as a consul meeting was held in Sun-beam’s gigantic palace, to decide what should be done to reward the Ronald Family.

“They have to be lifted from poverty, that is sure.” Olive stated during the meeting. “But dear, we haven’t any dust left; after all, your Uncle Tangle-web stole all our supply.” (It should be told that Sun-beam had learned all about the mysterious entwining cord and who had been behind the prank.) Queen Moss sighed, shaking her elfish head. “But the Ronald’s have barely anything!” Gasped Sun-beam, positive that her new friends needed all the help the fairies could lend them. “Not anything?” King Aspen questioned in disbelief. “Well….” Sun-beam thought for a moment. “They gave me their only thing of value....called a…campuss?, composs?, compass, yes! A compass! The Ronald’s gave me a magical compass that pointed me in the direction of the mushroom ring!” Quickly Sun-beam related the specifics about the compass, which she had forgotten all about until at the meeting. “I wouldn’t have found the ring if it wasn’t for this instrument. In fact, I think I know where I left it! Come on!” All the fairy counsel members followed their princess from the palace to the flower-fields. Sun-beam rushed toward the Irises and plopped down, fingering through the earth. “Here, this is it!” Sun-beam cried, and holding up the lovely golden instrument for them, the fairy host gasped. “Such a lovely thing!” Queen Moss stated, fluttering over to the object her daughter held and perching on top of it. “Aspen, I think I need this for a new throne!” The Queen laughed.

     The antique object was carried ceremoniously into the castle by Sun-beam, since the fairies couldn’t lift it by themselves, for indeed it was just the right size to make a seat for them.

    “This still doesn’t answer where to get more dust.” The King stated as the counsel dragged on. “I always heard that our forefathers first retrieved our fairy dust from in the center of Fire Orchids.” The advisor Hyssop put in.  “Yes, very well my good sir,” Olive piped up. “But we all know Fire Orchids don’t pop up very often. They’re what one calls a ‘rare species.’” The room heaved a sigh. Silence. Then, slowly, Twig started to mutter to himself. A light dawned in his eyes as he focused on his sister’s hand. Without warning, Sun-beam gasped, silently recognizing the plan whizzing through her fairy brother’s head. Lifting the palm of her hand above her head, Sun-beam announced, “This will lead us to the Fire Orchids!” In her hand lay the compass!

    Next day at noon, Sun-beam had on an airy, blue gown that billowed around her bare feet. A crown of flowers swept ‘round her head as she stood in the meadow gazing intently at her hand. Hundred’s of fairy-folk were swinging along in the breeze, as they waited for the Fire Orchid hunt to begin. “Compass!” Sun-beam’s gentle voice commanded. “Lead us to the Fire Orchids here in Moon Stone Kingdom.” With sparkles leaping from the golden needle, the arrow spun around and around until it pointed behind her. “Follow me!” Exclaimed Sun-beam. The hunt lasted an hour. Yawns were echoing from mouth to mouth as the hunt lead all the way to a far corner of the kingdom, at the mushroom border. All that was there was a bare patch of dry brown dirt. Like the border near Sun-beam’s meadow, a patch of dusty earth stretched before the mushroom ring. “No flowers planted in this dirt!” Sun-beam exclaimed. She had noticed that behind her lay only normal spring blooms, no rare Fire buds. “We’re at a dead end!” Olive cried, he had tagged along for the hunt. ‘What just a second!” Queen Moss pushed her way next to Sun-beam through the crowd of onlookers. “Dear, look for a SEED! ” The queen urged. A swell of excitement rustled through Sun-beam’s body. “All right Mother!” No seed unveiled itself. “Just as well.” Sun-beam sighed. “A seed would have sprouted into a plant if it lay in the earth!” Queen Moss shook her head. “The earth is too dry!” The party turned to leave when the magic compass slipped from Sun-beam’s palm. “Ugh! I hope it’s not broken!” She cried. All the fairies swirled around and gazed at their princess while she picked up the instrument. She gasped loudly. “I found a pod-seed!” She cried!

Part the Tenth:

        Queen Moss nearly swung through the breeze back to Sun-beam’s hand. Almost shaking, the Queen of the fairy folk perched on her adopted human-daughter’s hand. Carefully she examined the pod-seed that lay inside Sun-beam’s palm.

        “The only way to know for sure that this is a Fire orchid seed, is to plant it.” Moss finally declared. Her human daughter nearly jumped, jostling the Queen back into the air. “Oh Mother!” Sun-beam cried, “How wonderful! It would be grand to reward the Ronald’s with plenty of food! If this is a Fire Orchid, we can gather the fairy dust by the end of the new moon!” With broad smiles the whole group of seed-hunting fairies swept back to the castle. King Aspen, who had stayed at the palace for particular reasons, greeted his wife and daughter warmly. Olive and Twig excused themselves so they could dismiss the hunting party back to their flower houses.

       “My dear, I have to agree that this might very well be a Fire Orchid plant!” King Aspen smiled. Floating up the staircase in Sun-beam’s human-sized castle, the King led his wife and daughter to the balcony of the tippy-top-most tower. Once there, he outstretched his arms and leaned over the railing, chanting. “Take root deep within, Blossom until your end, Then please release forth, more seeds to take birth!” With this the King motioned for Sun-beam and the fair youth gently tossed the seed over the railing down, down, down to the soft earth that surrounded the castle.

      It took only three weeks. The Fire Orchid plant grew steadily. From the beginning the plant took on a shape unlike any plant that grew commonly in the fairy ring. The wide realm had many species of lilies, hibiscus, roses and chrysanthemums, even kinds that the human-world didn’t have, but this plant was completely unique. The stems wound themselves into lace-like designs. The leaves had veins that formed pictures. However, there was one problem. The needed dust was to be gathered at the center of the orchid-blossom. But though the greenery grew, no bud appeared. It wasn’t until Sun-beam began to tend for the plant, that buds slowly started to unfold. “My dear,” The Queen said one morning. “You are truly the Sun-beam that this plant needed to unfurl.” It proved to be true. As Princess Sun-beam watered the plant and pruned it, so did it flourish.

   One day, soon after the blossoms began to open on the orchid plant, King Aspen decided on a very serious matter. “The only human ever allowed in this realm, for the thousands of years of its existance, was our dear Sun-beam. But today, I motion that the Ronald Family be taken into the Moon-stone Empire for the ceremony of gathering the dust. After all, they are the ones to benefit from our magical plant.” A whole group of fairy advisors sat in the throne room, listening to the King. A few objected, but most agreed it should be like the king said, for the Ronald’s had helped Princess Sun-beam during her absence from the realm.

     The Ronald Family, a dirty, poor group, was lead by a parade of fairies into the enchanted realm. The group was made invisible while coming from the Irish town, through the moor and into ring, as to avoid any unwanted humans from following. Once inside, the amazed family was clothed, just like Shannon Ronald had wished, in beautiful breezy garments, fit for royalty. Tiny sprites and pixies danced around the humans as they were led to the castle and out toward the Fire Orchid. Liam, who had more than once been rough and rude to Sun-beam, felt very ashamed of himself. However, it was very hard to remain sad when throngs of wee-folk were bounding about waving ribbons and hanging stars in the afternoon air.

        Finally, after thousands of her citizens had crowded in the air and the humans were seated on crystal chairs, Queen Moss took her place beside the Orchid plant (which towered above her). Slowly, she peeled back the delicate petals of an orchid blossom, and leaned into the deep center, plunging half her body into it. “Ohhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh…” The crowd murmured in suspense. It seemed a million years, but finally Queen Moss emerged, triumphant, her hands full of gold powder. Cheers filled the air!

    After all the dust was gathered, the fairy crowd was dismissed and the Ronald’s were escorted by just the Royal family outside the borders of the realm back into the Irish moor. To the human family’s amazement, King Aspen began weaving magic with the newly gathered dust!

     “My friends, the Ronald’s: Hear me clearly. You were true friends to my daughter Sun-beam in her time of trouble. We wish to repay you by making your abode beside our kingdom. You have entered into our Empire as forever friends. You are always welcome to come back in times of trouble and in times of peace.  As you have seen, my kingdom is extensive, but on the outside, it’s just a small ring of grass bordered by a mushroom circle. Once you step over the mushrooms however, you are in the fairy-world. Please come and go, eat and drink with us. Our home is yours.” King Aspen concluded his speech by powerfully raising his hands toward the Irish moor a few feet away and sprinkling fairy dust in that direction. POOF! Glitter flew in all directions, and slowly, a structure began rising from the grass. A red and white cottage formed! The attractive house grew quite large and a beautiful wooden perch formed with hanging plants and several chairs. Windows sprang up all around the house, trimmed with snow-white curtains and red sills. A beautiful bay window was set just below the pointed roof where the attic formed. Almost simultaneously smells began wavering from the open door and the Ronald Family felt hope for the first time in many years! They had a home and food! But most of all, they had friendship with the fairies!

      In no time King Aspen added a perfect blacksmith workshop for Liam Ronald. His trade could flourish now with the proper tools and a healthy environment. Mrs. Nell Ronald had a glorious kitchen stalked with flour, sugar and dried fruit. A chicken barn was situated outside to the left of the house, along with a horse-filled stable! Queen Moss was sure to make her husband form a well and vegetable garden. All in all, the Ronald’s abode turned out to be a self-sustaining homestead! And not just that, but plenty of luxuries rested inside; a sewing machine, mahogany furniture, running water and a delicate set of china-ware!  Shannon and Nell were provided with many dresses made not from magic, but from the delicate hands of Queen Moss and Sun-beam. Though this was appreciated, all three Ronald’s like what sat on their new marble mantle the best. The magic compass and a painting of the Fire Orchid! The Ronald’s lived for the rest of their lives along side the fairies. And though their new homestead made a comfortable living for themselves, they all agreed that it was the friendship of the fairies that bound them as a close, happy family once and for all.

                And

                    As

                      It

                        Must

                            Be

                               Said,

           All lived Happily Ever After!

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Oct. 15, 2008 - Found Among the Fairies---A Story : Part the Fifth and Part the Sixth

Found Among

The Fairies

Part 5&6

By Lexi

  Part the Fifth:

         Sun-beam awoke midday the next afternoon. Sitting dizzily on her knees, she gazed about confused. Not knowing where she was, (for the moor looked so different from her blossoming fairy-kingdom) she stood up, almost tipping over, for her legs shook unsteadily beneath her. “I must still be dreaming----never in my life have I been to this part of the kingdom It looks so unfamiliar.” She muttered to herself. Then glancing to the ground and spying an object, Sun-beam remembered what had happened  the night before. “This rope entangled me while I was waiting to be ushered to my party!” She gasped picking up a limp cord from beside the warm spot she had spent the night unconscious. “But it is life-less now.” She observed. Beautiful, Sun-beam, nearly grown, still arrayed in her light airy fairy gown,(and yes, still aglow with the light of sprites) stood in the middle of the human-world, not knowing it! Neither did she comprehend that the cord had been woven by her adopted fairy uncle in an attempt to capture her and now it had no power for it had crossed the mushroom ring with her into the dull, magic less world of Big-people, (or humans). I guess I should try to journey back to my part the Kingdom and seek mother and father. I guess I ran past the castle into the far East of the kingdom not knowing it. She thought. Turning on her bare-foot toes, the youthful princess made her way down the Irish moor, exactly opposite from the Fairy Ring, with high hopes that she would make it t the castle by nightfall!

     It is likely the innocent princess did not recall the possibility of having crossed into her birth land, which, to their credit, her parents quite honestly told her about, because she never really thought about herself as coming from that world, but rather from the world of the fairies. Despite knowing her origin and that she wasn’t a true blood-fairy, she always felt she was. (Although it must be said she never knew how the sensation felt to grow wings.) So, it was that the unwary traveler was headed the exact opposite way she meant to go, toward the heart of the exact opposite kingdom she was intending to visit. It can be added that she didn’t head toward the ring because it was a plain circle of grass now that she was outside of it. The extensive kingdom was invisible from the outside, and only looked like a small patch of greenery with a mushroom ring about it. Since Sun-beam still thought she as inside the kingdom, there was no reason for her to look for the mushrooms outside the kingdom.

      For a brief while, the trek across the cool moor was pleasant, but Sun-beam grew very grave when she arrived at the entrance to a city completely unlike any she had ever experienced.

       “Good, Sir, can you tell me where the fairies are?” Sun-beam smiled sweetly at large, sweaty blacksmith, who worked under a tent a dozen yards from the city-gate. She had entered the city aware that something was terribly wrong because her parents had never mentioned any other people of her size dwelling in the fairy kingdom. The hulky man glanced from his work at the curiously dressed maiden and spat. “Why girly? Wondered from you play-pin? You’re too old for such games! Foolish gal!!!!!” Although thoroughly disgusted at this man’s reply, Sun-beam finally decided he didn’t understand. Maybe I should speak to him in the ancient instead of the common tongue. Quite sure this would get a direct answer on where to find her people, Sun-beam began again in a soft, fair dialect that was enchanting and beautiful to fairy ears, but rather imposing to ordinary humans. “The stars be warned! We have a witch on our hands!” The big man cried out alarmed. His demeanor had turned in such sped from cruel to frightened, that Sun-beam thought she had made another mistake on choosing a language. Before the man could speak again, Sun-beam started again in the first language, which seemed to calm the listener down and also bring about quicker, politer answers. “No Miss….I mean…no Ma’am, no fairies here….although do mind I have no problem with their kind….nor your kind…unless witches be the same as wee-folk!” The man had a look of controlled, but still apparent terror. Sun-beam, sad that she wasn’t near her family, but pleased to get a straight answer smiled and said, “I don’t know what ‘witches’ are, but no, I’m not a fairy, I’m a human, but I live with fairies.” She admitted, still with no thought that she had arrived in the world of her origin. The blacksmith, confused but with no intention of being rude to his caller again, nodded, “Ohhhhh.” Then hastily adding politely, he suggested, “Why don’t you stay the night at me home with me wife and me daughter Shannon. Pr’hps you might tell her some fairy tales.” It could be argued the man offered this partly out of fear, but at any rate it was told in common folk-lore that fairies often helped poor-folks, and the blacksmith was now thoroughly convinced that this girl had at least supernatural connections so he decided it might bring good fortune on his poor family by assisting her. Not knowing what else to do, Sun-beam accepted. The confused youth was led to a thatched hut in back of the work-tent and sent to bed by a kindly, but homely house-wife. So it came to pass that the Princess from another world became friends with Irish peasants. Rather for good or bad, she at least had a place to stay; even it wasn’t in her new castle which waited her arrival back in fairy-land.

  Part the Sixth:

        The Blacksmith who took Sun-beam into his household was named Liam Ronald. His wife Nell and daughter Shannon instantly took a kindly interest to the girl. They called her Sally, because they thought Sun-beam a queer name for a person to be found in such a filthy, unhappy village. The family was poor, and Liam was a gruff man, not as kind as his wife. Still, Liam managed to feed Sun-beam and told himself that someday soon he’d be blessed by having the record of housing and feeding the girl. Days went by and the Ronald’s food pantry had to stretch to feed not only just the family, but also Sun-beam. This human-world was so strange to the princess, for famine and poverty had never been an issue in her fairy-kingdom. However, Sun-beam was smarter than even kind Mrs. Nell Ronald’s gave her credit for, and she soon noticed that meals became fewer and smaller in proportion. Frankly, Sun-beam became frightened and finally, one bleak afternoon, she figured out all that had been confusing her.

       Meanwhile, back in Moon Stone Kingdom, Lord Tangle-web and Lady Ivy were in the dudgeon. King Aspen had found out, rather disappointed but not quite surprised, that his brother had decided to kidnap the adopted human and lock her up in a magical tower. “You stole our store of Fairy Dust and Pixie Puffs to do so?!” Aspen had cried in disgust the day he and his trusted advisors had held court. “We have a barely a pinch left of magic dust now! Brother Tangle, you have always been a foolish Duke, but I thought you wouldn’t stoop that low!” It was known fairly common that Lord Tangle-web had an extensive criminal background, as did his wife and sons. “You know how much dust it requires to do ‘large’ projects, (especially large, ‘evil’ projects, Aspen) and your adopted daughter isn’t exactly our size!” Lord Tangle-web had sneered. “Anyway, you are just too…..well….fair, honest….niceeeeeeee! You would have let Sun-beam move from the kingdom and bring calamity on us all!” Aspen’s brother continued wickedly. The King gasped, shocked. “You are greedy enough to kidnap my daughter, so your fortune and luxuries wouldn’t be in danger!! I’ll bet you didn’t even care about everyone else who might suffer! You were willing to break the golden rule (and treat Sun-beam like a hostage if she wished to go back to her birth-land) to ensure your cozy, comfortably life wouldn’t be put in jeopardy!” At this point Queen Moss had to rush and restrain her husband from waving his scepter and turning his brother into something unnatural and painful. Seething mad, but maintaining control, King Aspen left the hall ordering his kinsman into the dungeon, which although not extravagant-was far more livable than any hutch to be found among the Irish peasants. Thorn and Thistle were likewise disposed of, and it might be added that they and their parents were the only fairies living in the dungeon at the time. (Usually the dungeon was used as a temporary ‘storage’ place for drunken fairies, who were unconscious and hadn’t any type of identification on themselves as to where they lived.”

      King Aspen knew the thoughts of his people were inclined to think that disaster surly would come in the absence of Sun-beam, but he had never been able to reconcile holding her against her will in order to have a prosperous kingdom. She was a definite blessing to the kingdom however, and that the king would readily admit. Now the question entered his mind, where was Sun-beam? Could she be outside the Kingdom? What would really happen to the state of the Empire if she was beyond its borders? The kind Lord was in distress. Thorn and Thistle had been extremely peevish and snippy when questioned about their part in the proceedings during the celebration night, but it was learned that Princess Sun-beam had fled toward the direction of the bordering mushrooms. Plus, she had not turned up yet. Had the cord strangled her to death in a corner of the kingdom? Had she escaped alive outside the kingdom? If she had escaped, where was she now?

      The citizens of Moon Stone Kingdom were in desperation when they heard what had happened. However, they were more upset that Lord tangle-web had been so cruel, than they were at the thought of perhaps losing their homes to calamity. (It should be told right here that there was no danger for the Empire if Sun-beam left, it was just a belief thoroughly fixed in the minds of the citizens)

        Within one sunrise-sunset, a “Finding” party of brave fairy-folk had been arranged and setoff to search for Sun-beam. But search as they might, Sun-beam was not found in the kingdom. Reasoning with herself and her husband, Queen Moss came to the decision that a search-party should be sent into the human-world! “My dear Aspen, I doubt Sun-beam left the borders by her own choice. It was her birthday! She was such a good, faithful child. I doubt she meant to flee beyond the mushroom ring!”  

        Fifty dispatches of fairy sentinels set forth. Butterflies armed with poison-gases and gravel-slings, pollinated bees ready to plant gardens when cover needed, and frog look-outs, accompanied each group. Careful to be undiscovered by humans, the different armies set out to towns all across the moor, searching for their beloved Sun-beam.

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Oct. 11, 2008 - !7 Years

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Oct. 1, 2008 - Found Among the Fairies---A Story : Part the Third and Part the Fourth

Found Among the Fairies
Part the Third and Fourth

 

Part the Third:

 

    “Here ye, here ye! Attention all fellow fairies of Moon Stone Kingdom! I thank you for gathering in this meadow with us for an important celebration!” King Aspen stood on a large, moss-covered stadium which had been recently erected in Sun-beam’s meadow. The night breeze swayed the garments that hung from the handsome, slender fairy King. Throngs of fairies gazed at their illuminated leader while they sat at pleasant tables supplied with dishes of berries and strewn with acorns filled with wine. Hanging lanterns had been strung from tall twigs stuck into the soft earth. Butterflies flew gracefully about through the hazy, golden light, dropping down now and again to escort a very drunk fairy from the festivities to a quiet patch of daisies some way off. It might be added that not jut a few had been thus dealt with by the time Aspen took his stand. The sober fairies, or at least the tipsy ones who could maintain composure, were listening contently to their King as he continued to address them at the party. “As you all know, we celebrate tonight the 17^th birthday of our beloved daughter Sun-beam!” A thundering applause went up at the mention of the royal princess. “I want to remind all of you that although she is from the human-world, my Queen and I have raised her with the hopes that she someday will succeed us (along with our blood-sons Twig and Olive) as ruler of this empire!” Applause flooded in once more, this time mingled with a few laughs. As if knowing the cause of the scattered chuckles, King Aspen added, “We intend to build a human-size castle just for her! She loves this meadow but it is time she gets to live with her family in a mansion as beautiful as can be built!” There was even more applause and this time shouts of approval from the tipsy going on hammered fairies. As the butterflies swooped to gather another batch of woozy sprites, Queen Moss appeared. Even though nearly on-third of the guests were now piled high, unconscious on the other end of the field, enough were left to give her Highness a standing welcome. After being seated, they waited expectantly for their queen. “Hello my friends! As you all know, Sun-beam has not been present yet at this party, even though it be her own birthday we celebrate. We asked her to wait on the other side of the meadow, until we could announce her in a proper fashion. We figure the best way to do this is to greet her with her birthday gift. But first, King Aspen and I have to make it!” The Queen stopped and looked amused at her people who were muttering in confused voices. What could her Highness mean? They soon got their answer. Without another word, Queen Moss turned her back to the audience until she was facing a dark unoccupied section of the meadow. Taking out a silver wand from her hair-bun, (the wand fastened it), and letting her glittery hair fall to her shoulders, the Queen swished the wand back and forth, stepped down off the moss-covered stadium and stood expectantly toward the shadows ahead. In moments the crowd gasped as sparkles started to appear and all at once a gigantic, man-sized castle formed in he distance! The crowd was still in shocked staring at the transforming wonder, when the king and Queen, quite pleased, gave the order to send for Sun-beam.

 

      The messenger soon cam hurrying back and pulled the King aside with visible terror. “Your Highness, there must be some misunderstanding! She’s not there! I’m afraid something has happened to our dear Princess Sun-beam!”

 

 

       

 

Part the Fourth:

 

       Sun-beam had been sitting on the other-side of the meadows, weaving a flower wreathe in the fading evening light. She wore a delicate woven white dress that her mother had woven her.  Almost a grown youth, the girl was petite for her age, but still towered over her adoptive fairy family. Perhaps it was the pure result of living with fair, bright-eyed sprites, but in any case, Sun-beam had the glow about her that would make any human question if she wasn’t really part elf. Her Irish red hair was still the same however. At the moment the sun-light fully vanished, Sun-beam crowned her head with her workmanship: The most beautiful flower wreath in the entire fairy kingdom. “Now I am ready for my celebration, I hope they call me soon.” She mused aloud. But just that moment, as the first star twinkled over head, a stout cord entwined itself around the waist of the girl with such force, she could only utter a low gasp! Before she could begin to question what was happening, as if a snake, the cord wrapped itself around and around her so that her hands where fastened by her sides and she could hardly move her upper-body. In a desperate attempt to stop this sudden binding, the princess heaved herself to a standing position and fled down the flowery field. Panic-stricken, she didn’t notice the evil, gleaming eyes peering at her from the thick darkness. Or did she catch the hushed voices and flitter of wings which perused her in her flight. “Come on Thorn! The Princess isn’t down yet, drat her!” One throat coughed hoarsely. “But Thistle, you said the magic Rope would take care of the binding and we would just have to use the dust to get her to the tower.” A whinny, younger voice said. “Oh hush Thorn!” The first voice snapped. “Go back and get Mom and Dad, tell them this isn’t a two fairy job like they planned!”

 

     As Princess Sun-beam fled in terror far from her resting spot, the fairy page sent to fetch her came back to report she wasn’t there. Immediately the Queen and King left the party, dismissing the confused guests and calling for their trusted advisers. Back at their fairy-sized castle, in the throne room, the king was pacing in worried anger. “It is not like dear Sun-beam to run off!” He exclaimed loudly. He didn’t hear one of his advisers try to clear his throat. “Your Highness if I may?” A slender wide-eyed fairy piped up. But the king kept muttering in frustration, sometimes walking, sometimes flying about the golden room. His attention was finally caught when Queen Moss gently, but firmly, pushed him into his throne. “Listen to Hyssop.”  She ordered kindly. “Thank you my Queen.” The advisor began. “Now, King Aspen, I have reason to suspect your daughter hasn’t run-away but has been kidnapped.” Hyssop stated firmly. Queen Moss gasped and flew straight into the air for a second, clutching her hands in shock, but she soon settled back down in her seat, bidding Hyssop to go on. “As you know, one of my jobs is making sure suggestions and comments made by your citizens are looked into, in order to maintain peace and be informed if trouble is at hand.” The attendant paused, “Go on.” King Aspen demanded, now worried rather than angry. “Anyway, more than several comments have come my way suggesting that someone is plotting to kidnap the Princess and lock her in a tower to make sure she never attempts to go back to her human-world. It seems Sun-beam is regarded as the key ingredient for a prosperous empire and without her-” The King suddenly cut in, “But who?!?” Hyssop glanced down for a moment than replied softly, “Your brother, Lord Tangle-web and his wife Lady Ivy.”

 

           Back in the pitch-black meadow, the evil fairies had been outdistanced by the fleeing Princess. Sun-beam, unaware of the direction she was headed in, suddenly tripped and fell on her face, unconscious. Little did she know in her slumbering dreams, that her mischievous cousins had been chasing her and that she now rested safe beyond the boundaries of pursuit. For in Sun-beam’s flight, trying to rid herself of a tangling cord her Uncle had woven so she might never leave the kingdom, she had stumbled on a mushroom and coincidental entered into the human-world! Thus began the confused adventures of a human from the fairy-realm, who accidentally entered into the unfamiliar land of her birth.

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Sep. 23, 2008 - Found Among the Fairies---A Story : Part the First and Part the Second

Found Among The Fairies:  Part the First

    Twig and Olive bounced through the air and landed on top of each other outside the mushroom-ring. "Ha,ha Twig, I got your acorn-hat!" cried Olive. He was a five-inch tall fairy with auburn hair and a sly smile. Olive dashed to his feet and ran from his twin brother. "Oh no you don't!" exclaimed Twig who caught up to Olive and toppled over him again. Pulling in their see-through wings, the two tumbled over each other on the green Irish Moor. "Hey Twig! Stop punching for a minute--I don't think we're in our fairy-ring anymore!" Olive pushed his brother off his leaf-clad body and flew into the air, hovering a few feet in mid-flight, glancing toward the mushrooms. "Olive, are you chickening-out?" Twig yelled up to the fluttering figure above him. He never got an answer for at that moment they heard a strange sound.

    "What in tarnation!" Olive dive-bombed back to the grass with his bony hands clasping his pointed ears. "Make what-ever it is shut-up!" He rolled around the greenery as if in pain. Twig, ignoring him, ventured pushing his way through the moor toward the sound. "Olive!!!!!" He shrieked excitedly. "It's a human baby crying!" Immediately Olive forgot the ear-piercing fuss that was bothering him so much, and rushed to Twig's side. "Ohhhhhhhh. What do we do with it?" He whispered. They both stared at the infant who was wrapped tightly in a gray cloth.  "There is only one thing we can do!" Twig replied fervently after thinking for a minute. To Olive's surprise his twin added, "Leave it alone!" Twig started to fly back over the grass toward the mushroom ring. "We gotta go! Mother and Father will be worried back in the colony. COME ON! Forget the baby Olive! And for gracious sakes find that hat of mine you were holding.....Olive? What are you doing?!?" Twig stopped in the air to see his brother trying to heave the infant human forward! "Gosh this 'thing' must weigh a ton!" Olive mumbled. He had crossed to the other side of the infant and pushed his back against it, trying to roll it forward. Twig plopped back to the ground, shaking his head and repeating his un-answered question. "W-H-A-T AREEEEEEEE YOUUUUUUUUU DOING?"  Panting, and lounging his body against the baby once more, Olive stopped and crawled atop it. Olive perched lightly on the nose of the child, who instantly hushed fussing and began to gurgle happily. "Well, we can't leave this 'thing' here. You are a dummy to thing so Twig! Besides, Mother will want to see it!" He gazed at the child, smiled thoughtfully and began again. "See, it is wrapped in a blanket, if we both work together, we can roll it back into the ring!" Twig, muttering to himself, gave into his brother, rather reluctantly mind you, and joined him on the ground, endeavoring to 'roll the thing' forward.

    Crowding and mumbling in tense whispers, a mob of anxious fairies gathered around the glistening Moon-Stone Fairy Palace back inside the fairy ring. Transformed, once a being, whether human or fairy, found itself inside the ring, it know longer was a circle filled with grass, as it appeared when one stood on the moor and looked at it from there. No, there were flowers and dancing butterflies, tall trees with hanging vines instead of just plain moor-land. Streams flowed, waterfalls fell, Crystal Mountains stood tall. The small mushroom-ring became an extensive Fairy Kingdom that ran for miles around. At the top of the Fairy Kingdom, ruled the Queen and King fairies, who so happened to be Twig and Olive's parents. Naturally, our little ruffians were actually Princes in this mystical kingdom. Now, these fairies of the Moon Stone Kingdom (as their empire wad called) were gentle, peaceful fairies who, ever thousand years or so, when the chance came up, would take in orphaned human children as their own. Even though the humans grew to be very big, much taller and broader than the wee-folk themselves, they still had much room to live in, since the Fairy Kingdom was so large (at least after you entered in to it.)

So, reasonably enough, many fair, bright-eyed sprites had gathered around the wrapped babe in the palace, all wanting to know if the Queen and King would take ‘it’ in as their own child.

        Trumpets blared, and descending from a majestic staircase from the top level of the castle, Queen Moss and King Aspen appeared, slowly alighting to the open courtyard where their citizens had gathered. Dressed in regal, fresh garments, (with clean hands and polished wings) appeared behind their parents, Prince Twig and Prince Olive. As the Royal Family took seats in huge gilded pod-seed shells, the crowd bowed gracefully and directed their questions toward the King. “Excellency Aspen, where has this human babe come from? What are we to do with it?” A voice asked from the throng. King Aspen smiled warmly at his people. “Fellow Fairies of Moon Stone Kingdom, my sons, Twig-son and Olive-Branch came upon this babe while out in the moor.” A rustle of murmurs swept over the group. “What in heavens-name were those two ‘rascals doing outside of the kingdom?” Asked a rough voice.  Queen Moss seeing her husband red in anger at having his sons being called ‘rascals’, took up the question with a gentle smile. “The boys were out, er, exploring, my good Sir.” She stood gracefully and paced over to the child, who was staring wide-eyed at the fascinating faces around her. “My husband and I have decided to honor the tradition of the ancients and bring the human into our care.” There was silence for a moment, than, slowly, cheers started rising from the gathered fairies until the whole group was applauding loudly at the thought of coping their fore-fathers. “Blessed be the fairies, for we have a changeling!” They sang. (A changeling is the name for a human-child adopted by the wee-folks) The celebration died down and the mob slowly left to journey back to their homes which were dotted lazily about the paradise which stretched forth from the Grand Palace. Everyone was satisfied and confident that having a human was the best possible ingredient to having a happy Kingdom.

    The child was a small girl who had bright red, curly hair and a sweet disposition. (Although it could be argued that living among fairies would make any human good-natured.) She was christened with the name Sun-beam, for the King and Queen could thing of nothing else that the child was more like. The whole kingdom could be said to have reared the girl. Groups of she-fairies gathered to sew bonnets and baby-gowns out of rose-petals for her, and the he-fairies worked together to whittled human-sized blocks and toys for her. It was natural, since her very first memories were of the fairies, for Sun-beam to believe she was one as well (except exceptionally larger in proportion.) A better family she might never have had if the fairies hadn’t found her when they did. Ireland was at the time going through turmoil and a peasant child (as indeed she was from the look of the blanket she was found inside of) would not have had an enjoyable child-hood no matter if she had kind parents or not. Queen Moss toyed with the notion of attempting to locate the human-parents, but gave it up for she loved Sun-beam dearly. Everyday she was fed berries and taught simple words in the ancient fairy tongue only high-up fairies knew. Eventually, she grew too big for the palace and a luscious garden was built by a stream for the child to live in. The garden stretched as far from the back of the castle all the way to the border of the mushroom ring.

    Sun-beam was five years old. Her cubby legs plunged into the fragrant blossoms that grew up to her waist. She sped along but Twig and Olive flew just as fast and could keep up with her. “Come on Twiggy!” she sang delightedly. “Faster Olive-Banch!” Her face grew into  a wide grin as the twin boys fluttered to her and began to tickle her side. “You know those aren’t our names silly!” They sang. Sun-beam giggled and gently pushed them away, her legs danced faster and she lost the fairies in distance. Suddenly she halted. The flowers had came to an abrupt ending. “I’ve never come this far.” she thought to herself. “I wonder what happens if I go farther?” She took a step and then other. She was in a patch of barren, brown land. A few more steps and she would reach a curving line of mushrooms. She was about to take another step when she heard screaming from in back of her. “No Sun-beam! You headed outside the Kingdom!”

Part the Second:

        Sun-beam whirled around and headed back into the field of flowers. “Twig? Olive?” She tilted her head questioningly when the two small fairies joined her again in the blossoming meadow. “Sun-beam, you need to come with us.” Twig stated gravely. His youthful smile had faded, and a dark cloud seemed to appear over is face. Olive, turned quite severe as well and gave Twig a knowing look. She’ll have to learn the truth today. It seemed to say.

     Back at the castle, Sun-beam plopped on the grass outside the glittering structure. Twig and Olive were atop a balcony looking down with their parents upon the small human child. “We should tell her the truth: that she is human and not fairy. The child seems to think she’s really one of us despite her size.” King Aspen murmured gravely. A look of genuine love and concern covered his young, stately face, as if he knew that the ‘truth’ might harm the security of his adopted child. Queen Moss nodded. “We must. Even though she is a mere five human years, Sun-beam is intelligent. In order to explain the boundaries of our kingdom, we must touch on the human world that lies around our mushroom-ring. I feel it only part of the truth to tell she’s comes from the world outside of this realm.” Twig nodded at his mother’s reasoning. “But will she attempt to cross back into the human-world once we tell her?” He asked in a worried tone. “Yes mother! Is there anyway we can make her stay here?” Olive piped up, quite vexed. The two finders of the babe were attached to Sun-beam and the thought of losing her was unbearable. “If she does want to go, we cannot stop her and hold her a prisoner! We fairies aren’t kidnappers!” remarked the King. Queen Moss nodded. “But do not fear. She is still young. We may have her for a while yet. She is curious, but I believe the gardens and streams are too much for her to leave. This is the home she is used to.”

        Explaining as best they could to the young girl, the fairies told her where she had come from. It is doubtful she really understood it then, but what she did comprehend was this: Mother and Father don’t want me to play past the mushrooms ring. The gentle fairies soon learned that child had no wish to leave her flowery play-land, and so it was that many joyful years passed without much incident. Although pleased she didn’t wonder outside the empire, King Aspen was such a truthful fairy that he reminded his child of her origins, but always made it clear that finding her was one of the best thing that ever happened to him and Mother Moss. Sun-beam grew up with the knowledge that she was loved and cherished. It could be said that as she grew, so did the genuine love for her from the fairy people. After a time, it was regarded that she was such a blessing, that if the kingdom ever lost her, terrible calamities would occur and bring an end to their prosperous realm. So it was that certain shadowy figures began to plan a way to keep the child from ever attempting to go away; even if they had to do it in an under-handed way.  

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Sep. 21, 2008 - The Girl who lived by the Sea

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Sep. 15, 2008 - Vintage Compositions

   Below are some pictures I took of old-fashion/vintage things.

They are composed of my little oldish-looking nick-nacks I pick up at

 malls, thrift stores and of things I make by hand.

Enjoy!

~Lexi

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Sep. 13, 2008 - All most time

    I can't believe it. I just can't believe it! I'm almost 17. Talk about weird. I started blogging at 15 on my poetry blog here (I still write on there too) and have continued and gosh, now yet another birthday is coming. I don't feel any different than 15 years old. Maybe my hair is curlier and my collection antiques broader, but other than that...nothing. I was never the girl to suddenly wake up one day and rebel. In fact, I kinda just glided through my teen years with relitive ease. Mom and Dad are as close to me as always. Seriously, what has changed? I'm still Old Fashion Girl! Which, in a way is comforting. I still love God (if not more), I still have my classic/vintage wardrobe and I still like to look at flowers. Yes, I could be classified as an odd person at times, but maybe it's good to be unique. (hmmmmm?) Anyway, I feel good and look forward to another happy birthday come November!
        Oh yes, on other news I got a glittery silk skirt that looks as if a fairy had wove it from magical thread. (Yes, still my same metifores). I think though, that for Haloween I'll be an elf. Last year I was a fairy, so scratch that. My sister's want to be those scary killer clowns from the Dark Knight. But I said 'no!" I will not be a killer anything! I want to be a pretty elf that wears shiny beads and and flowing velvet dress. How I'll come by an elf dress beats me! But, I do have some body glitter that I think will be great to put on for a 'glowing' affect!
      School is going good! I do like my junior year. I sorta pumped out my essential subjects my first two years of High school, so now Mom is letting me take what intrest's me.
       On more news, my sister got a boyfriend. Real nice fellow who happen's to be our pastor's son. He's more of a teddy bear if you ask me. VERY KIND. He hangs out with us at our home, so it is very much like a courtship.
       My Drama has started again. Glory be! I want to do a Greek play. We'll see. Some of the boys are real petty about which parts they get. I origianlly sugested Pride and Prejudice. But no! Boys just can't stand the thought of being Mr. Darcy. (imaGINE THAT!)

WELL, SEE YA,
God Bless
~**~~LEXI
   

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Sep. 10, 2008 - Old-Fashion Trend : Camoes

    They're classic, they're oldfashion, but mostly they're just plain pretty. Cameo pendants, necklaces and lockets have been around for centuries. They are an important 'must' for any vintage/heirloom wardrobe.Yes, some are quite expensive, and you may want an authentic piece with Victorian history. For me though, (and with my clumsiness and tendentsy to break things) I go for cheap, yet stylish ones.
      Today, mom and I were browsing our favorite 2nd hand-store....when it popped out at me! A lovely cameo locket about 1 1/4 inches long. Of course it's not 100 years old, but boy is it gorgeous. So for $6 I bought it!

 Here are some real (expensive) camoes for you guys to look at! Click the link to go to the online store where i got these pix. (All credit goes there) Jewel Basket

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Sep. 7, 2008 - Flowers in my hand

Flowers Are...

Flamboyant

Lively

Old-fashion

Wild

Expressions of Love

Rememberence of Sympathy

Seeds of Joy

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Sep. 4, 2008 - Girl Sleuth

     What other series of books say's 'classic vintage' better than Nancy Drew! Written from 1930 on through the mid 60's, the 56 classic hard-covers share the sleuth's exciting cases! Nancy Drew is a polite, well-bred 18 year-old with a trim wardrobe and classic convertable car! Along with boy-friend Ned Nickerson and BFF's George and Bess, Nancy hunts down villians and unmasks ghosts (always wearing fresh cloths and red lipstick!) She has the best manner's and a sense for order as well as a keen eye and dicernning mind.

    She is an independent girl who still treasures her femanine side. She doesn't try to be better than boys and actually embraces when Ned comes along to protect her. Still, though, she isn't a wimp and is a certified skin-diver, knowledgeable horse-woman, and expert sailor.

Here are the titles I've 'specially enjoyed. (sorry, I'm a big fan!)

• Mystery at Lilac Inn
• Mystery of the Moss-covered Manson
• Moonstone Castle Mystery (really good)
• Clue in the Old Stagecoach
• Clue in the Golden Pavilion
• Bungalow Mystery

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Sep. 2, 2008 - International Costumes #2

    This next Fashion Show will display emborderd/hand-made Mexican
dresses. I love these, especially because I'm Hispanic. These are so awesome, the work is beautiful!

You can these outfits at

This wonderful online store



Hope you enjoy this next section of International Dress!
 

Now for some blouses. Also from the same shop. (Link given above)

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