A real tea party for a faerie...

This sweet little faerie child perched on the edge of my desk shelf arrived just as the harvest season is in full gear here at our farmstead. While I was trying to discover who she might be and what her story was, my daughters decided that she looked like a wild little field faerie. Her hair color matched the dried center of the chamomile flowers, so it was agreed that she was to be christened Wild Chamomile !

Whenever I make babies or ultra tiny faeries, the girls become very motherly toward them. And before this baby was dressed, they would tie bits of cloth around her (when I was not looking), and gently drape a doll's blanket around her for extra warmth at night. They chose poses for her pictures. With their own actions, they became her story. Because of this tender connection, one of my younger daughters even cried while I was working on her auction, lamenting her soon-to-be flight to another home.

Isn't it amazing that our instinctive love for our dolls, our imaginary children, is nurtured even into our adulthood if the heart is tender to keep it. As for myself, I am humbled and always surprised that someone would want something I have crafted with my hands to nurture as their own. And yes, I too must spend some personal sentimental *goodbye* time with my dolls, knowing I probably will never see them again. They are intimate works from my own mother's heart, and I so cherish seeing that reflection in the hearts of my daughters.

Soooo...the girls and I are planning an afternoon tea party this Sunday...for a miniature imaginary child who will be the honored guest. Today we are searching out cookie recipes to make for the young guests. For some reason, this little field faerie has really touched the hearts of all my girl children and because of that I am quite sad to send her on her way. But that is the way it is with faeries... we will enjoy her while we have her...

I never know who the personality will be until the face is baked and fully painted. Surprisingly, Chamomile's face turned out to be a combination of both my youngest daughter and my youngest grand*daughter! Her eyes are painted and lacquered. Her skin is fully coated with several baked layers of genesis oils and then baked-on earth powders to soften the paint colors. My ongoing goal is to create a "soft" skin to the look and to the touch.









My second oldest daughter Angi has is a gifted pastry baker. Last week her oven element gave up the ghost which is a major crisis for a baker. In the meantime she is satisfying her kitchen artistry by creating tiny delectable edibles for the faeries.

You can view Wild Chamomile's auction and her story here...

http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=160362523492&ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT








Angi *baked up* these lovely French pastries for her latest Tuesday's dolls sculpture.







Even though Marie Antionette did not actually originate this statement, I think Angi truly means these words only in a more generous way...she loves nothing more than providing gourmet baked goodies to her family! Very Often she ends up not even eating a piece herself before it is all gone...So, she contents herself with the thought of "Let(ting) THEM eat (the) cake" hahaha.

Tuesday's dolls will be sold on b.b.flockling and I think they will add a nice dimension to the whimsy you might discover there when you visit.

Thank you for stopping by and seeing a little of what the goings on that are going on in our corner of the Rainforest this late summer season.



Coming next...Tinkerbell has honored us with a visit...two visits actually! One will be my personal rendition of her personality type, and another is an attempt to sculpt the famously familiar Disney *type*. She...at least one of them...will be visiting Elven Slippers soon.

Hope to see you again when you are traveling through...you are always most welcome here!

love, Rose