Recently, I have started to make dolls. Little, (12 inches or so) Fae like creatures.
I decided they must be little woodland sprites (Sprytes?).
So far I have made 6, the first two were for a brother and sister I looked after at nursery as a goodbye gift.
I then found myself sewing more, though I had no reason too. They just kept popping into my mind and wouldn't go away until I had made them.
They all turn out very different, yet obviously akin.
So yes, I now have 3 sat on my shelf. ( I made one for my very best bestie for her birthday)
Before I make any more, find no more friends who will adopt them and then ultimatley drown in them, I thought I would see what you guys think of them...
I only have pictures of two, but I am home in a few days and photograph the rest of the crew.
=)
This girl doesn't have a name yet, goes by Pigmailion, (Thank-you Laume) and she seems to be the most reserved. I can't figure out much about her...
This is Grethel, and She now lives with Rudi, from Eat Your Heart Out.
Anyways, I just thought I would share these guys (Girls) With you!!
Your British Faery
Oh I LOVE my sprite! She sits at my craft table and watches me sew!! She is beautiful and so well made!! Miss you bestieeeee! Can't wait to see you!!! xxxxx
ReplyDeleteI love them they are beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThankyou! =)
ReplyDeleteHi Victoria,
ReplyDeleteI fell in love with a woodland spirit. Now, I can't find her. Following is a poem I wrote about her
Playful spirit behind an oak
laughed and flirted but never spoke.
Eyes of onyx, raven hair,
I marveled at her standing there.
Brilliant sunshine -- could barely see.
Had my eyes played tricks on me?
I stood in reverence and awe
not sure of what I thought I saw.
Fluttering soft, the poplar leaves
perhaps, had caused me to believe
I'd seen someone who wasn't there --
eyes of onyx, raven hair.
The nimble spirit deftly danced
from tree to tree and lightly pranced.
I didn't know quite what to do
about this vision in my view.
I had no knowledge of such things.
What does one do when nature brings
such beauty, grace and winsome mold
who, I could see but could not hold?
I could have watched her all day long
her movements were just like a song.
She beckoned me with backward glance
down flowered pathway of romance.
I had no choice, I was entranced;
induced to follow where she danced.
The woods had changed, were foreign now,
colors brighter, surreal somehow.
I saw some spirits on the way.
They went about their normal day.
They took no notice of my form
contrary to their spirit norm.
They were at home among the trees;
conversely, I felt ill at ease.
Abandoned, then just like a snare --
eyes of onyx, raven hair.
She drew me close and hugged me tight;
we kissed, caressed throughout the night.
Not a wisp of evanescence,
but a real woman's presence.
Woodsmoke, sweet-grass, musk and cedar --
I took her hand, she let me lead her.
Beneath the boughs we made our bed
while stars shone brightly overhead.
Cheers,
Dennis
That was beautiful, Dennis. Thankyou for sharing it with us!!
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