Introducing Walter

Heres my newest guy. Walter the Fairy fixer. The first photo is after paint, and then one with the base of the hat I am creating him. Im actually pretty happy with how that is working out, and you cant get much cheaper for materials! Enjoy. :o)

Zoya

Severity Mc Pherson

With a nod to Edgar Allen Poe and Lewis Carrol, I apologize.

This is the tale of a girl quite fine

named Severity Mc Pherson, the youngest of nine.

Not named for a virtue ( her parents could think of no more)

She got a gift one day from her Great Aunt, in a box by the door.

An egg it contained, the shell dark and spotted

with a note tucked beside it her Great Aunt had jotted.

This egg is from a bird we have found

It's neck quite long, it's body plump and round.

It's feathers are colorful silky and bright,

but it awakens at sunset, it flies from the light.

Although the feathers are handsome, glossy and sleek,

its the claws that are prettiest, the claws and the beak.

The one we had captured seemed to be quite smart,

it lived in the tent I shared with your Uncle Art.

(What happened to Art we can't quite figure.)

Did I mention the bird keeps growing bigger?

When my guides started dissapearing in the darkness of night

and the bird was so big he couldnt take flight

I thought I should leave before I was left all alone.

But the bird ,I found the next morning, had choked on a bone.

A bone about the size of a finger

(my last guide is gone now too, though he'd promised to linger.)

The bird had left in her nest an egg,

I send this to you to care for I beg.

So Severity watched the egg, and in due time it hatched

she kept it in a cage with the door unlatched.

It must have made her sisters uneasy

Prudence was gone first ( but she always was sleazy.)

Grace, Hope and Charity all left the same night.

Though they all are quite small together Im sure they're allright.

Then Temperance and Peace and all of the others

as well as the neighbor and her two bratty brothers

were gone with out notice, nary a word.

Severity didnt notice, her life was the bird.

The bird was a comfort to her during the day

when the servants and butler all went away.

Her parents went missing when she taught the bird to talk

It was too big to fly now, all it could do was walk.

The weirdest part was the pharse it repeated

"Hold your self still now, no ketchup needed."

Sick of being sick...

I have one of those lingering colds, the kind that dont make you sick enough to go to bed and wake up feeling better, but you dont feel quite right when you are up. It sucks. Things are moving along though, I have gifts that have actually been made, wrapped and been given. I love having things start to move along again. For so long Ive felt like Ive been in a rut. Breaking free will be sweet. Still pushing the ornaments through. Im hoping to work seriously on the rest of them tonight..sigh.

Excitement at the inspiration...

Okay, so I found a definition for the style I would like to try next. Its called steampunk. A mixture of Victorian lace and elegance and steam driven cogs and exposed machinery! Its so nice to have a word to put to the feeling! Ive already begun sketching the doll and designing her companion and have accesories in mind for how it will all work out. And with the kids on Christmas break it will give me some time to start creating. Isnt a wonderful thing to have a name to put to the idea!!