I was going to title this post “Please Don’t Eat The Daisies”, but then my dirty mind kicked in and I thought it wouldn’t be nice of me to dictate what someone does with the daisies. And Yes I am that kind of cheese that I made the hair match the flowers, well as best I could anyway. These adorable daisy outfits are currently available at…you guessed it, Fantasy Faire! If you wanna have some fun with someone you can actually pluck the petals. Since I didn’t have anyone around at the time my petals were left unplucked. And I think before I make anymore dirty innuendos I will leave you with a closeup of my daisy makeup and the credits.
During the Faire a few years ago I shared why I relay. It was the year my dad got diagnosed with cancer. That was over two years ago now. At the time he was given six to twelve months,but he obviously beat those odds. That year we were measuring things in “lasts”. Like his last birthday, last Father’s Day etc. Then he passed the one year mark and we all held our breath knowing we were on borrowed time. There were ups and downs and more rallies than I can count. We reached the two year mark this January and there have been a lot more downs than there have been ups. As I am writing this (a few weeks before the Faire starts) things have changed dramatically. He is now receiving home hospice care, a hospital bed is being delivered today and my siblings (one who used to be a hospice nurse) have given him about two weeks. I mean it’s not the first time he’s been given only a couple of weeks, but this time it feels different. My heart is aching because I can’t be there for my mom who is slowly watching the person she has spent over fifty years married to slowly fade away. It aches to not be there to tell my dad that as much as I don’t want him to go it’s okay to let go, we will take care of mom and be there for her. I relay so no other family needs to watch loved ones leave this world in pain, a shadow of their former selves. So no wife,husband,mother or father needs to say goodbye to a loved one way before their time. I relay because I love.
My sister was close, it was 10 days after writing all that he moved on to his next adventure and I suddenly felt lost on my current one. When I got the call the world seemed to dim and everything went quiet.
Welcome to the WTF Record, also known as What The Faire Record. I am your humble reporter, not Phire, and I got word about a scandal before the Faire, something about bribery with Wootberry syrup so I am going undercover at the faire this year trying to find this elusive syrup and find out for myself what makes is so desirable.
I started my journey at the Fairelands Junction where I was immediately distracted by the Worldlings, a personal Faire favorite. There were these portals that I just wanted to climb into but thought better of. Mostly because I have trust issues with portals. Oh, and there was this one worldling that was under water, and I was just waiting for a shark jump scare to happen. I may watch too many scary movies. I also have an irrational fear of being deep in SL waters.
I started my journey to find these elusive wootberries but was easily distracted by a merchant selling fabrics. As a quilter I can never pass by fabric without checking it out!
While I was out, I noticed some wanted posters. I am hoping I can get an interview with the Basement Kitteh Gang before their incarceration, criminals seem like a good source of information on the wootberry syrup.
I stumbled upon a caravan and saw a fortune tellers’ tent and was hoping to glean some information through the spirits, but unfortunately no one appeared to be in the tent, or the caravans. Another dead end it seems.
As I traveled, I noticed some birds feasting away on some berries and I got hopeful till I saw they were just normal berries. I don’t blame the birds though; they did look delicious.
I then tried asking this group of poor things (get it?) but I could make no sense out of anything coming from their beaks, mouths…umm food holes. I tried asking some racoons if they knew anything about wootberries, but they just muttered something about squirrels and their nuts. I didn’t want to know to be honest.
Moving along I asked continued questioning anyone I could. This icy looking horned person just seemed to stare through me. I think we just weren’t on the same plane of existence maybe.
Again, I got distracted, this time by sweet treats. I was hoping maybe one of the delectable pastries was flavored with wootberry to guild me along, but alas they were all your typical flavors. After my snack I was checking alleys and anywhere else I thought the criminal element may be hiding. Still nothing!
Somehow, I ended up underground in the magical area and I thought for sure there had to be some wootberries or wootberry syrup about, but no, and when I resurfaced? Nothing but fungi and forest. No berries of any sort!
While walking through a peaceful forest area I saw a sign for “Secret Stuff” and thought to myself at last! Surely wootberry syrup and wootberries are secret stuff. As I followed the path I ran into this knowledgeable looking owl, who looked a little familiar to me. Have I seen them before? Of course, the path was just a plot to lure me to more distraction with shops galore.
I wandered some more and suddenly found myself underwater in what appeared to be a flooded subway tunnel. I spoke to the fish swimming around the tunnel, but pretty fish don’t always have the best memories.
I then found myself in a candy-coated place of nightmare fuel. Self-preservation being what it is I did not ask any of the malicious looking treats for help. I regularly try to avoid things with sharp teeth that look like they want to take a bite out of me.
I finished my explorations and found no other places that had wootberries or wootberry syrup. Next, I will attempt to interview those I find at the faire that look like they may have information for me!
Every year before Fantasy Faire opens they send out a Panic Flamingo. This year I thought why not be the Panic Flamingo? So I held open auditions and only told myself and the only other competitor, the coffee flamingo. I started off strong with the pink feathers and offering of refreshments. I did make a misstep when I referred to the role as the Panic Chicken instead of flamingo. I don’t know why my brain wants it to be a chicken so bad!
My second mistake came during the question and answer round. The question that got me into the most trouble was “What would you do to help motivate creators”. The coffee-mingo said something about encouraging words and fresh coffee on demand. A very diplomatic answer I guess, but would that really motivate them? My answer caused a bit of an uproar and phrases being tossed about like “creating a hostile work environment”, “You can’t assault creators” and “You need to leave…Now”. All I said was that I would pelt them with day old scones if they were slacking off. I mean all the hard working ones would get fresh pastries and tea, or coffee I guess. So my dreams of being the Panic Flamingo were dashed, but read on because I may have gotten my revenge.
You see after my crushing defeat and swearing never to pull a stunt like this again I was approached by these little fellas (fellas being a non-gender specific use here). They told me if I wanted a sneak peek at all the Fantasy Faire happenings and maybe a idea of what the realms will be they have the hook up. It will only cost me some waffles and wootberry syrup. Now waffles are easy to come by, even I know how to make them, but I was troubled by the wootberry syrup. Was is faire slang for some illegal substance, was it just a flavor I had never heard of before? In the end I just mixed some blueberry, strawberry and maple syrup together and presented it with the waffles. They seemed will to tell me where to get the information so now I am sharing with you. And no it’s not because I am petty.
I realize reading the title back of this post that it sounds a bit naughty, but that wasn’t my intent. I had planned on writing a cute little story, so that is what I will do!
Every year after the rush of Easter the bunnies get together for a feast. Everybunny scours the farms and forests for the best carrots they can find. This year Miss Bunny found a polka dotted carrot that had an almost magical aura to it. She pulled it from the ground and sat with it for a moment.
Miss Bunny carefully carried the carrot back to the burrow for the post-Easter festivities. She was proud of her carrot find, but there was something about this carrot. It was different and she wasn’t sure she wanted to share it with the others.
She held onto the carrot with all her might, not wanting to share it with anybunny else. She never returned to the burrow and no one has seen her since, Some say she ran off with the carrot to a small island where she lives alone hidden by the carrots magic. Others believe she ate the carrot and transformed into something completely different. No one knows for sure what her fate was, all that is known is that the carrot was magic and she loved the carrot.
Recently I have been re-binge-watching Call the Midwife, mostly because I forgot where I had left of and decided to start over again. It reminded me that I had this look lurking in my outfits folder for a while. You see when I was sorting my inventory at some point I put this dress on and I thought it made me look pregnant, but pregnant in the 60’s. Now the Call the Midwife memory jog makes sense if you have ever seen the show.
Since the show takes place in England I thought fish and chips would be the perfect pregnancy craving. Maybe not the healthiest, but way more normal than some other cravings I have heard about. Ironically when I was pregnant in my non-digital life I craved certain things which ended up being some of my kids favorite foods. My first kiddo LOVES Reece’s peanut butter cups and Reece’s Pieces, while pregnant with them I always wanted a sundae with those toppings. With my second it was peach iced tea and Apple Jacks cereal, both of which that kid LOVES. Has that been the case with anyone else out there? Enough of my non-digital prattle, onto the credits!
Credits
Dress: Belle Epoque { Vivian } Dress Sky (Marketplace)
Recently while cleaning my desk I found a list of photo ideas I had at some point. I decided that I would try and complete that list of ideas and this is one of them. I was inspired by the horns dripping with honey. Also with Fantasy Faire starting later next month I need to get my fantastical-ness going!
I admit that I owed almost 95 percent of the items for this photo before taking it but I did decide I needed special honey earrings. What can I say when I pick a theme I go a little hard.
One must wear only the finest of hats when foraging to find a cache of mushrooms and apples. Of course taking a break and having a little read before popping off for another look see never hurt a person. Lets me fair nothing beats the feel of lush green grass on your feet. This does of course mean that your feet get a touch dirty, but I assure you it washes away quite easily.
One must never go adventuring in this day and age without a way to communicate should an emergency arise. Or to check out the latest tea being spilled by friends and foes alike. Not that I would do such a thing on my phone, nor do I assume you do either.
The first rule of Neverland fight club is you don’t talk about it, but if someone does Enforcer Tink is on duty. Now I am not saying she is brutal with that bat, but I am also not saying she isn’t. I have a feeling she got me one night after taking these photos because I woke up to a mysterious bruise on my arm (I do have a random bruise in my non-digital life that I can remember getting). For someone so small and seemingly delicate she can go HARD with that bat!
Needless to say I think I messed up and now she is here to mess me up. Does peter know about this? Is it Pan sanctioned? Is it something she does with the pirates on Captain Hook’s ship? I wasn’t able to get too many answers as I am currently in hiding from her menacing pixie presence!
As it is St. Patrick’s Day I figured I would skip the usual shamrocks and green and go for a little homage to an Irish pirate, Anne Bonny. A fierce red head who pillaged and plundered in the Caribbean. I admit I did not do much research on her, but she did make good inspiration for a post today and an excuse to dress like I pirate.
She may look pretty with her long red curls, but I assure you she would run you through with her sword given a reason. Or maybe that is just me when I am cranky? Either way enjoy your Sunday (or whatever day it is you read this)!
Phire Within 