Inner child at large

A new season and a new batch of fairies from The magpie and the wardrobe. I just adore these pretty little ladies. The way they look like they have stitched together outfits from vintage fabric and lace scraps stolen from an unsuspecting grown ups sewing basket. Like borrowers inspired by Marie antoinette. I saw one of these in real life a few years ago in a display box at Liberty's and she was so magical I just wanted to smash the glass and stuff the poor dolly in my pocket! Obviously my honest side would not allow such a thing but I may be tempted to make a doll inspired by these for myself. Moving on, I have also found some more smiley summer folk by Julie Arkell over at Frank and this super cute Maileg mouse house from Tree house Blue it comes with the teeniest crocheted welcome mat and a match box for a bed, oh if only life was this simple. Then if you are feeling peckish after all the play, get a glorious sugar rush from some of these nostalgic sweetie collections from hope and greenwood at Pedlars. Even though I have no children of my own, it seems my inner child is still very much at large.

stories and adventures

Meet my new old friend. Found via smoke and ochre who I discovered via Lantliv i stan.
He is one of Whendi's bears (although he is a Little Valentine Ellyfont). I love the way these little (some big) guys look as though they have already lived long lives full of stories and adventures as a child's well loved companion. Meet them all at Whendi's blog or Whendi's flickr.

I still have my favorite toy from when I was a kid, a battered old mouse with big friendly eyes,that my Granny gave me. I held his hand everywhere until one miserable day when I came home to find my mums new puppy had got lonely and chewed all the eyes off my toys.
Mousy was not spared, Granny tried to fix him but the damage was so that a new type of eye had to be used, much to my dismay they were the kind that when you shake them they rattled and moved. : (
He looked different, a little crazed, I still have him in a box somewhere. The dog was in my bad books from that day on.

Image from Whendi's flickr