I remarked recently about how fortunate I have been to visit FairyLand and meet some of its unique inhabitants. Did I tell you about the day I met Greenlocks?
Normally, Mother Goose meets me at the boundary, but on that day she had told me to go on over to the cottage, as she had some pressing business with one of her Councils.
"There's a loaf on the table, and you can make yourself some tea and get comfortable until I get back. Shouldn't take long; I believe the Reptile and Duck and Geese committees have worked out their grievances pretty much in advance."
Well, I always enjoy my time in Fairyland, whether on the back of Goosey with Mother Goose or just taking a slow walk through the environs. That day I especially enjoyed the coolness on my way to Mother Goose's cottage. I was nearly there when I rounded a turn on the path and saw someone perched on a tree stump.
She had a headful of astonishing green hair, and I could hear her murmuring. "Emeralda, Grunia ...."
I don't like to startle people by coming up behind them unannounced, so I said, "Hello?"
She swiveled around. "Well, hello yourself," she replied. "And who might you be?" she asked.
"My name is Wanna, from El Paso. I am a friend of Mother Goose and she invited me for a visit today."
"El Paso? Is that in the Far Reaches?"
"Well, some people might say that, but no, it's in Texas, in the United States of America."
"Hmm; can't say as I have met anyone from there before. You look rather sunburned, so I would have figured you weren't from around here."
"True; we do have a lot of sun in El Paso. A dermatologist once told me I should move to a rain forest in Oregon." I looked around. "The climate there is a lot like it is around here," I added.
She smiled. "I am sure you must have good reasons for staying in a place that gives you sunburn."
"Well, yes. The mountains, the people, the whole atmosphere of the place. I really wouldn't want to live anywhere else, so I make allowances. Use sunscreen, avoid going out between 10 and 4 in the summertime, wear a hat ..."
She smiled. "We occasionally have sunny days here, but I don't have to worry. My hair is my hat."
"That is definitely convenient."
"You must excuse me if I seem distracted, " she said. "I am contemplating, and I need to make a decision very shortly."
"Oh, I am so sorry; I certainly wouldn't want to distract you," I said.
"Oh, it's not you," she said. "It's me. I am on my way to christen my baby, and I can't make up my mind what I want to call her," she said, looking down at the infant in her arms.
"Oh, she is so sweet," I said.
"I see she has your hair, too!"
"Yes, all females on my side of the family have hair in various shades of green. My parents weren't too imaginative when they named me Greenlocks, so I was hoping for something different for my own child. Her father is no help; he sugested GreenFuzz. Can you imagine? Of course, he was joking, but still ... "
"He sounds like my husband," I said.
"I've been going through all these names, to continue the lineage of green hair - Verdancia, ..." Her voice trailed away.
"What about Zalias? Seems to me I recall that means green in Lithuanian."
She looked at me. "Hmm..."
"Well, Greenlocks, I shall leave you to make your decision. It has been such a pleasure meeting you and seeing your wonderful baby."
"Thank you, Wanna. I hope to see you again someday."
And as I walked on to Mother Goose's cottage, I could hear her voice fading behind me, "... Zalias, Verdancia ...."
With the idea of getting rid of more stuff, I was looking through two long plastic boxes full of artificial flowers for seasonal decorating and possible mini use.
Both boxes were open on the floor by my chair at my work desk as I looked through some really cool stuff and other flower bunches that made me wonder why I had saved them. Cutting off longish stems and separating clusters would really help in narrowing things down, I mused, and when I swiveled around to reach for my wire cutters my eye fell on a bin in my doll making area that was labeled Fairy Stuff. I pulled it out and lo and behold there were all kinds of interesting yarns and trims and strange gauzy fabrics and a couple of the fairies I purchased at a Christmas warehouse several years ago.
I had stripped away most of her clothing, leaving her looking rather ungainly. She was meant to be flying and her arms and legs were quite long, to my eye. However, since I wanted her holding something (in the beginning I wasn't sure it was going to be her baby), by the time I got the arms bent, they looked acceptable, so I decided not to cut them down. I did rip away everything on the arms but the wrapping. I also left the green satin which covered her upper legs
Her costume began with the sleeves, for which I used what I think were petunia blossoms from my artificial flower stash. I pulled the blossom off the stem, trimmed a bit off the hole at the top and slid each one up her arm. In retrospect, I could have perhaps cut away about a third of each blossom and not had quite so much bulk to deal with, but the original flowers were silk, so they glued nicely anyway.
I tried several different flower and leaf pieces for her bodice but was not satisfied with any of them so just decided to leave the green lace bodice that was already on her. By the time I had her hair on and her arms posed, much of it was covered anyway.
The skirt was made from separate leaves that I cut from other plants in my stash, with two larger leaves for the front and back, and smaller ones spaced at the sides. I left the wire in place and about a half inch of the stem to aid in gluing and manipulating them in the way I wanted.
I used another petunia bloom to make a peplum at the top of her skirt, and then covered the waistline with a bit of the green paper wrapping which I had pulled from a long stem when I was stripping away the leaves.
She originally had blonde hair, but I ripped it off and began from scratch. I tried various viscose and other fibers but couldn't find anything that suited her. Then I noticed a baggie of some awesome trims and pieces that I had saved for years, including a skein of a wild assortment of fibers and yarns that I purchased at the Art Doll Show held in Santa Fe years ago.
I spotted a green twisted yarn, pulled it out of the tangle of threads and yarns, began pulling on sections of it and found it unraveling in an intriguing fashion, and thus her hair was born. Here it is in its early rather fulsome stage!
Once I had her dressed, I tried her in seveal positions, but she just did not look realistic because of those rather long pointing feet. But when my eye fell on that tree stump, she worked out perfectly, long legs and all, once they were crossed at the ankles.
I gave the stump a dry brushing of various light browns, and although it hardly shows in the final vignette, I know it is there under her, anyway.
Her baby was first a little fairy from years ago when I took part in a fairy swap. She had yellow bunka hair and a little flower petal hat. She just did not look like she belonged with that mother, however, so I ripped off the hair and the hat and gave her green hair, too, and I thought she was okay. But both she and her mother told me they did not belong together, so I removed her and left the mother with empty arms for a while.
In the den one day my eye rested on the etagere where my Green Men and Women and fairies are, and there was the Rock-A-Bye Baby Fairy Tree.
Aha! I still have some of those little babies, I thought.
So I located one, gave her a bunting from a fun piece of lacy leaf shapes, added the green hair, and she fit perfectly in her mother's arms.