It's a bright sunny day in my neck of the woods. I woke up to birds chirping and happy puppies ready to drive me batty all day. My hubby has been out of town almost all week and usually when he is a way I miss him terribly but have a unique energy and creative drive.
Unfortunately I seem to have misplaced my creative mojo somewhere. If anyone has any idea where I left it or where I might find it I would really really appreciate it!
I made a happy Mosaic hopping that might help... but while it put a smile on my face it did not bring back my need to glue, paint, glitter, and cut :(
Well what do you think of the new blog design? I really love it!
Not perfect but pretty dang wonderful for my none computer geeky self...
geez I sure wish I had paid more attention in html class...
Not so many nights ago I fell into the most peculiar sleep. I must have been quite tired because I fell asleep while putting away my laundry. I have always been a vivid dreamer but what I dreamt this particular evening was quite unusual. It was not so much the dream was odd but, that it felt so real.
Now I know, logic tells me that it was merely a figment of my imagination, yet something in it felt so lifelike and... well perhaps I shall just describe it, still it is so vivid in my memory.
I hear a song bird. What a pretty sound to hear in the morning.
"Chelsea Ann, open your eyes."
"Shhhhh. Be very quiet you do not want to scare him away."
Who was that? Am I still dreaming?
I hear the bird again. I must wake up.
You can not possible imagine what I saw when I woke. Well I thought I had woken, perhaps I was still dreaming. There was my dear friend, Ashlee with a blue bird singing in her ear. I startle the poor creature and he flies away. Ashlee picks up a rolled-up piece of paper. "The bird carried this in, I believe he meant for us to have it."
It is an invitation of the most unusual sort. We have been invited to a magical place, a place far past the imagination, a place that only young children could possibly dream of existing.
Perhaps I did not believe myself, but what harm would there be in excepting the invitation. I was mearly having a dream, right?
I hear a familiar sound in the distance. I am so tired, I can barely keep my eyes open. A man's voice breaks the silence. "Little Misses, the train has arrived. I open my eyes. Fog is very thick in the air, like cotton candy, even the air smells of it. I wake my friend. "It is time to go, hurry we don't wont to miss our only chance." We board the train eager to arrive at our destination. I am glad to have such a good companion for the long journey ahead.
We have traveled to a place more magical than you or I can imagine. A place where neighbors gather to celebrate the smallest of occasions and children can safely play in the streets. With quaint little houses, a quiet marshmallow meadow and a bubbling soda pop brook.
It is a little hard to explain but we were invited to a place more magical than any other. A place known for only sweetness and kindness. This is the land of the dolls and for a fortnight we shall be staying on Lollipop Lane.
It was so kind of the dolls to invite us to share in their magical little world. Sadly our stay will only be for a short time. We must take in as much as we can and try very hard not to forget a single moment.
As a doll you must always look your very best. Everyday is as special as the last and never ever is sloppiness allowed. There are so many things a doll must do each day. There is fun to be had and not a moment can be wasted.
Sniff Sniff Sniff...
Oh puppy dog you can not have a cookie yet. We must wait for our friends to arrive.
Each night Dolls all come together to share a cup of tea
and tell stories of their day.
Dolls love to celebrate special occasions.
Tonight's teatime is very special because today is Valentine's Day!
We have been very busy baking goodies, making gifts and decorating the dollies home.
I think what I love most about being a doll is the frilly attire.
Knee high stockings, petticoats, bows and beads.
I should like very much to dress this way every single day.
As we grow older, not only is it harder to believe in faeries and unicorns, but its harder to see the beauty around us, the good in people’s hearts, the magic in every day happenings. Our childhood dreams are relegated to ‘fantasy’ and every day reality seems far from what we had in mind for our grown up lives.
I think its very important to keep in touch with that childlike part of us however. To keep our imaginations alive. Without that, you can not have empathy, inspiration, creativity and faith. I am not talking about religious Faith, but simply the ability to believe that there are good and kind people out there, that there is a reason for doing the right thing and that happy endings are possible.