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.
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)!
We got a little sneak peek at the cold winter we are to expect here in the south last week and let me say it makes me want to hold tight to fall (I mean I do have a little bit till it’s officially winter). I will however happily trade pumpkin spice lattes for peppermint mochas. Of course, I don’t have to miss out on seeing geese because in theory because this is the south they fly to in the winter. I have already seen a flock by the pond near my home.
Imagine you are in a Hallmark movie and the whole idea is you get these letters from your great grandmother and must learn the family secret. I will admit I am a Hallmark Christmas movie watcher. They are cheesy and predictable and make for a festive background sound when I am working in my office in my non-digital life. I have another post in the works about things these movies have made me think about Christmas. I will admit for years I thought there was a family secret in my family too, but it turns out I was wrong.
Phire Within 