Spring in MyddleSee

Tucked under the grape arbor
Behind the garden bench
The gateway to MyddleSee you are able to glimpse.

Sometimes you only see plants
Sometimes you see our hovels
So beware of the human rake the mowers and the shovels.

For those who believe
In wee folk and the like
They shall find the path and know where to hike.

So come join the revelry
The pageantry so grand
In our mystical magical wee fairy land.

Leave cares at the gate
Look for fortunes not
Your life as a Fae is now your lot.

Return to your realm
Is never allowed
Say farewell to Disney and hello to Froud.












3 more hovels are in the construction phase.
A cat was almost harmed in the photography session, as he decided he needed to fit through the gateway. He didn't duck low enough. He earned the name Monster this evening.

MyddleSee

Margery Muckleston did marry Peri Muckleston, though it be a hasty match and of small portion. Yet she was a very handsome gentlewoman and of masculine spirit.
She would not suffer him to intermeddle with her concerns within doores, and she endeavored to keep a good house. But this did cause them to keep an unquiet house, and many contests did happen between them which ended without blows but much pride broken.



Now Peri Muckleston did leave this world and left behind Margery to tend her business and the only child they did bring forth. Eavan Muckleston is but 9 years of age now and will be apprenticed to Orlan Shooze the Tool master in MyddleSee once he reaches the age of 12. Until that time he does as he should in his mother’s shop. Yet it has been known that Eavan can at times be knotty and of ill temper. It be best to avoid his irksome tyrades by feeding him chocolate.

Margery plys the needle quite well and none could say otherwise. Her fingers being nimble and her gift fyne indeed shee would stitch into a fae garment all protections or easements necessary. It be knownst to all in MyddleSee that the Queen did come to Margery to stitch the first gown the Fae princess Marissa did wear and every gown there after. Thus speaks of the skills Margery Muckleston of MyddleSee.

Many pictures follow of Margery's home. I made this fairy house into a sewing basket/purse. Seeing it in person will allow you into a secret world of the fairies. There are things that are not what they seem in this home.







Under a bush at the corner of the house be a wonderful hiding place for many of Eavan's friends. Be cautious when you past by the home. These bothersome youths have been known to snatch innocent fairies and jail them for thier dust and other such pranks.

This house is made of natural items, leather, wool,hemp, cotton, jute, glass, metal. There are only 3 items not natural and thost is 3 flower beads that are plastic, the moss yarn is polyester and one of the threads I embroidered with was Rayon. Even the structure inside is recycled heavy duty cardboard.


Of course the language I told the story in is old English lifted from a book written in 1709. the story is mine but the language is not, this is to explain what may seem like a lot of Typos!

Who's House is this?

Currently under construction is Petal Pusher's new abode. Petal Pusher (PP) has often been seen, or rather her work has been seen, in the late fall and late winter when the leaves of the bulbs push up through the ground though it is not the season for them to appear as of yet.
Here we have the garden path. The grass is wool with a purple velvet binding. I chose a paisley shape so there would be a dimension of wandering off into a horizon.


The "Yellow Brick Road" is of butter raw silk which has been trimmed with a white cotton lace (picket fence feel) that I hand dyed to mimic the color theme. Lining the path are pale green pearls with earrings that have been "planted" in the drilled hole. Beginning with smaller single blossoms and ending next to the house doorway are the full upright flowers.











A visitor is tapping on PP's roof. Thrum is her name. A beautiful hummingbird (button) with her beak in the center of a purple flower (napkin ring) atop a roof of mossy softness (hairy yarn couched on wool felt) with crystal leaves peaking out.







The last of the construction is the house itself. Made of pale yellow wool felt it has quilted stitching of stems. Felted windows and door frame with a lucious purple roving.








Hand embrodiered vines growing over the doorway and blossoming jeweled (earrings) flowers scattered around.



Toward the back you can see the rose bramble growing up the wall, here butterflies and toads casually enjoy the peace of PP's garden.


It is the contractors hope to finish Petal Pushers abode by this Saturday so she may move into it and be protected from the winter winds. Surrounded by her dazzeling and sparkling jeweled blooms she invites you to visit and smell the roses of her Posy Palace.

This structure is the 6th of hopefully many. My goal is to create four by next summer AND NOT GIVE THEM AWAY, but use them to see if I can sell them at the Fairy Festival.