That's big sis in the background wearing her purple cloak
No, I didn't make these wings...luckily found this pair in exactly the right colour.
Awaiting the arrival of the Faery Queen.
Faeries conferring with mummy faery...no grey hairs showing thankfully!
I have two and a half weeks before the next birthday to finish the Autumn Faery. Unfortunately I couldn't get wings in the right colours (too much pink, again!) so I've made this pair. Well, it's a joint effort, as Beloved hubby made the wire frames, out of coat-hangers. A pair of red stockings that I've worn once I think (yes, I DID wash them after), and some gold acrylic and gold glitter paint.
This is the front. I've since added gold glitter over the whole thing.
And here's the back, with some of the glitter in the top corners.
So, I still need to sew a red leaf hood, a pixie skirt, and some pixie pockets, and make a goblin stone, a magical invisibility jewel, a faery necklace and of course, a wand! Phew!
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While I'm at it, I'm making a new sign for the Mulberry Lane Cafe. My almost nine year old has lately shown an interest in 'secret' clubs and the like, wanting 'spy girl' items from school bookclub. I went through this stage too, about the same age or a little older, and so my favourite books were of course, Enid Blyton's 'Secret Seven' and 'Famous Five'. So I thought I'd try and get some of them for her, and was very chuffed to get hold of a new boxed set of the first ten 'Secret Seven' adventures for her upcoming birthday.
But...my beautiful girl is struggling a bit with school, and is having some trouble with spelling and maths (though not as much as SHE thinks she is). She also told me last week that she doesn't like reading and sometimes just turns the pages and pretends during free-reading time at school. This is something we will have to sort out, as it's far more to do with her confidence level than her actual ability...she reads perfectly well at home with me, but she gets flustered when she hits a word she doesn't immediately know. She seems to think she SHOULD know everything, and is embarrassed and upset if she doesn't...and she thinks she's letting me down somehow.
It's hard to understand how I could not have noticed, and I feel bad, but I suppose I just presumed my children would be good at the things I was and probably not at the things I wasn't good at. Silly really, but there you have it. So as a life-long book lover, I buy books, beautiful children's books, whenever I see them on sale. So she has lots of books sitting there, 'waiting for her to read them' is how she put it, and making her feel guilty because she isn't. Oh dear, my poor little one, all this angst and pressure at only eight. And she also got upset because she thought I had probably bought her books for her birthday and it would be MORE books waiting to be read. And of course...I have! I thought they would be perfect, and now...well, I realise they're not so perfect.
I know she can read, and I know that for me, and for so many other people, the love of books can be traced back to one book that as a child just grabbed our imaginations and made us want to read. So I thought that perhaps, rather than presenting her with the whole, daunting set, I might just give her the first one to start with, to be read together with mummy so we can get through any hard words easily, and if it gets a bit too hard or too tiring, mummy can take over and she can listen. And to help make it a little more fun, I'm making this. Perhaps I'll make some special members' only badges like the Secret Seven have as well. And maybe she'll let mummy be an auxiliary member...I can supply the 'lashings of ginger beer', and hugs whenever they're needed.