Monday, 20 October 2014

Thoughts on Faeries

 Not intended to be a One Truth or canon, just some random thoughts/ inspiration/ motivation

Faeries give us a magic to believe in, a hope that life can turn out beautiful. That there is enchantment in the everyday. That we can somehow be better.

Faeries are part divine and part wicked, the offspring of angels and daemons, some say. They are two-sided, like humans.

They are closer to nature, purer.* They are out perfect selves.

Reach for the magic in the everyday. Find the magic in the peace of nature, the kindness of animals.

Nature is divine.

Don't lose yourself in the modern world.

You don't have to deny all pleasures or modern inventions.

Just search for purity.*

For Magic.

Be good. Be kind. Be close to nature.

BE the magic.


* When I say purity I don't mean some religious concept, I mean living a simpler life, closer to nature, less obsession with THINGS over people. Enjoy the moments in life, not the possessions. You don't have to wear rags or live in the woods, it's about working out what you do and don't NEED. Really need. No one's perfect. I'm still working on it.

Sunday, 19 October 2014

Recent Reads and Outfits


Most amazing outfit ever! Need!

James Herriot's Favourite Dog Stories illustrated by Lesley Holmes
Dead Beautiful by Yvonne Woon 
Tithe Holly Black (re-read)
Life Eternal by Yvonne Woon
Ironside by Holly Black (re-reading)
Wicked Lovely by Melissa Marr (re-read)
Ink Exchange by Melissa Marr
Fragile Eternity by Melissa Marr
Ironside by Holly Black (re-read)
Doll Bones by Holly Black
Radiant Shadows by Melissa Marr (Currently reading)
Farundell by L.R. Fredericks (currently reading)

Watching: Defiance season 2

Listening to: Tom Waits

Dreaming of: Future house and gardens (with my future doggies)




New faery altar set up. I have added more crystals since. 

Recent tweets:
"Whoops! Got glitter from my faery wings on my boyfriend's work clothes. ‪#‎FaeryProblems‬"

Friday, 17 October 2014

Faery Friday

Wood Elf Male and Female by Tony DiTerlizzi 
From the Spiderwick books by Holly Black and Tony DiTerlizzi


Tuesday, 14 October 2014

Interview: Ingrid of Chameleon Candour




You have many interests- costuming, fantasy, music! Can you tell us some things that inspired you when you were young- books, music...?

Ever since I was a child, I've been drawn towards the fantastical, the mystical and magical. My father read me Tolkien and introduced me to table top RPGs when I was old enough to understand how it worked, opening up a world of imagination and creativity for me, in which I still frequent. Although I'm a city girl, through and through, this world also awakened the love of nature in me, and I always cherish the serenity natural landscape provides.


Tell us a bit about yourself

With tons of projects going all the time as well as being an extremely social creature, I'm generally a very busy bee. I'm an active cosplayer, so I spend a lot of time and money on making costumes and going to conventions. I'm also a singer / songwriter, and occasionally do some gigs now and then. (If you're curious about my music, you can find it on my SoundCloud account: www.soundcloud.com/ingrid-windsland )

I have and acting degree (I did a BA Hons at the Liverpool Institute for Performing Art), but acting is a tough business, and perhaps even more so in little Norway, so, although I'd love to work with it, I've had to choose financial stability over that dream, but should an opportunity present itself, I would jump on it!

Other than that, I love doing archery (although I rarely get to practice it) and I go to the occasional LARP (Live Action Role Play) now and then. I also go to the gym two to three times a week doing cardio and strength. I'm part of two table top RPG (Role Playing Game) campaigns, and I also love PC games such as Dragon Age and Morrowind.


Tell us a bit about your business, how did you decide to start an Etsy shop?

Sewing is something I've done for ages, and, along with my music, it's something I would have a very hard time giving up on. I sew a lot of my own clothes, and in recent years, I've gotten a lot of people asking me if I sell what I sew, and that's how my Etsy shop started out. It's still very much in its humble beginnings, but it would be a dream come true if I could actually live off selling things that I sew for my shop, or even just do it part time. Currently, however, it's something I manage to squeeze in after work hours here and there, so it's taking some time to build it up, especially as it's competing for time with my music work.


What inspires you?

Nature, literature, art, film and music are my biggest sources of inspiration. Anything that has an air of mystery, fantasy, history, and myth about it tends to catch my eye. I love warm, Autumnal colours, dark and twisted things, wax candles, occultism and round but heavy fragrances and tastes. I adore folk music and music with folk elements, as well as bluegrass, blues, jazz and classic rock. Hours upon hours have been deliciously wasted on movies and TV series in the fantasy, Gothic horror and urban fantasy genre, and I love going to Viking and Medieval fairs for creative input as well as supplies.


What is the best thing about what you do?

The best thing must be that it's all something I find immense joy in doing. A lot of love and a little bit of my soul goes into everything I make and being able to share it with others increases that joy.

What is the worst thing about what you do?

That I can't live off it exclusively, at least not as things are today.


Do you like to listen to music while you work?

Definitely! I have a very broad and eclectic taste in music, from Hozier to Springsteen, Loreena McKennitt to Opeth, Black Sabbath to Alison Krauss, Daft Punk to Bear McCreary, Trent Reznor to David Arkenstone. One day I might be listening to the sound score from Call of Duty: Black Ops and the day after I'll be singing "Let it Go" along with Idina Menzel. ^_^

I love to meet other people with eclectic music tastes! (Ed.)

How has Fantasy culture inspired you?

Ever since I read Elfquest in my childhood, I've loved the whole "elven" look, from flowing skirts, jagged leather tops and all the colours of the forest, and with films such as the LotR trilogy and TV series such as Game of Thrones, this has only grown. My personal style is heavily soaked in it and I adore the aesthetics of it. For me, it's a way to let magic linger in this otherwise rather dull and dreary world. ;)

A kindred spirit! That is how I feel! (Ed.)


How do you find time to create things?

I have a full time day job, which takes care of my financial needs, but it does leave me with a very limited amount of time to spread across all my interests and hobbies. I usually make lists and set weekly goals for my self to keep things organized. I also combine sewing with other activities as much as possible, so my rpg groups often find me stitching while I play, and I when I've set aside time for sewing, I usually have a TV series running in the background, or listen to an audio book while I'm at it. But I never really have enough time, and sometimes all plans fly out of the window in favour of some quality "Me Time". ;)


Thank you so much to Ingrid for taking the time to answer my questions, it has been lovely learning more about you and your creations! Many faery blessings!

Laura.

Sunday, 12 October 2014

13 Halloweeny (or not so Halloweeny) Facts About Me

1. As a kid I constantly played as being a witch, I used to put petals in water and pretend I was making potions. I grew up with Meg and Mog, The Worst Witch books (the tv series didn't exist then) and read about every book on witches I could. I discovered Harry Potter when I was 12 and loved all the books.  I am pretty sure I would be a Hufflepuff though, I am really clumsy and bad at sports but good natured and friendly.

2. When I first read The Black Cat by Edgar Allan Poe I mistakenly thought it was a true story about a man who murdered his wife. After reading it I was hooked on Poe. I also loved the October People of Ray Bradbury's stories.

3. I have also always been influenced by the Victorian era and Gaslamp Fantasy.

4. My current favourite genre is closest to magical realism. I love dark stories about faeries. As a child I was addicted to fairytales, and know some pretty gruesome ones.

5. Despite this love of dark things, I am also EXTREMELY SUPERSTITIOUS. I believe in ghosts, monsters under the bed and bad luck. I will not say the name of The Scottish Play. The main real exception is that I don't mind Friday the 13th or black cats as I know they are ok for witchy people like me.

6. Because of being superstitious and believing in the paranormal, and because I have an extremely active imagination, this also means that stories I read or movies I see can scare me nearly to death. This means I don't actually watch a lot of scary movies or read nearly anything ghost themed. I also hate gore. I like things on the elegant Gothic side of horror. Things like Dracula, Interview With the Vampire, etc.

6. Despite thinking of myself as Gothic I no longer wear much black. I spent many years wearing all black, now I wear what colours I feel like at the time.

6. At some point as a child I once said to myself that I might be a changeling. The idea has always seemed like a possibility.

9. One year when we were kids, the supermarket gave away Halloween goodie bags for weeks leading up to Halloween. For a while, every Wednesday was Halloween for us.

10. I studied The Gothic Genre in high school and my mum thought it turned me Goth.

11. Halloween isn't big in Australia, I have never been to a proper Halloween party. For the last few years I missed out on my chances due to things like conflicting schedules. I don't know if I mind that much as I am not really a big party person.

12. I always wanted to be a member of The Addams Family.

13. I hid 666 in these facts. Mua ha ha!

Saturday, 11 October 2014

Pinned: A Faery Horror Story for Halloween

PINNED
or
The Disobedient Faery Childe
This Document Copyright ©2014 By Laura Morrigan  All Rights Reserved
THIS STORY IS FOR ADULTS, NOT CHILDREN


“Never go near the Waterstone House”, Mother Rankin cautioned the young faery folk she taught. “It is a terrible place, a place of death.”

Most of the young ones listened to Mother Rankin, after all, she was a wise old crone, her knowledge of herb lore had saved many a faery and human life. To humans she seemed like an old woman, rather bent, with browny sun-worn skin and odd, unmatching clothes. The faery children could see her as she really was, the greeny tinge of her face and her blind white eyes, but she did not scare them. Crones were not the best looking of the witch folk, but age had mellowed them and most could be trusted with the care and discipline of young faery folk.


There were two faery children who did not listen to the words of Mother Rankin. Thistledown was a pretty young faery girl, as light and air-headed as the thistledown she was named for, and her best friend Cocklebur, as spiky and bad tempered as his own name. The two caused no end of trouble, disrupting her classes, running away and hiding from her, and eating berries that shouldn't be eaten, making themselves sick. Even her most awful stare couldn't scare the two young rascals.


Of course, Waterstone House was one of their favourite topics of conversation. They longed to go there. They talked about it constantly, why was it such an evil place? They were sure they were much braver than all the other faery children, for they were not scared to go there!


It was the middle of summer, hot and muggy, and emotions always ran high among the faery folk at this time. Cocklebur and Thistledown had decided that today was the day they would finally visit Waterstone House and prove beyond a doubt that they were the bravest of the faery folk. They flew through the hot summer air, the fanning of their wings keeping them cool. “I bet they'll give us an award for bravery once we conquer whatever evil lies within!” Cocklebur boasted.


“The only thing they'll give you an award for is your big nose!” Thistledown jeered, sticking her tongue out at him.


“I dare you to go in, scaredy-cat!” Cocklebur retorted, they were now in sight of the house, and it didn't look that scary. It sat in the middle of a field of rich, purple clover, and there was sunlight everywhere, far from the terrifying ruin they had imagined.


Thistledown flew off towards the house, turning to blow a raspberry at her friend. As she flew near the house, however, the ground shook, and a net came down over her, trapping her! She screamed and flailed!


Cocklebur watched in horror as his friend was captured by a human. The man carefully shook the net over a glass jar, so that Thistledown could only fall down into the jar, then slammed the lid on screwed it closed. Thistledown beat the glass with her tiny hands, but the human did not care, he carried her away into the house.


Cocklebur followed, not wanting to get too close to the human, but terrified for his friend. The human opened the door of the house and stomped inside. Cocklebur darted through the door as it closed, nearly catching his feet.


Inside the house, he followed the human down a long corridor into a small dark room. The human turned on a lamp, flooding the room with pulsing neon light that made his head hurt.


It was then that Cocklebur saw the thing that made him gasp. He quickly covered his mouth so the human would not hear the tiny sound, but he was so filled with horror he could barely beat his wings.


The walls of the room were lined with frames, and inside the frames were hundreds of dead fairies, held to the backboard by a pin through their middles.


Cocklebur gazed around him in horror, unable to look away from the gruesome sight. This person collected fairies, killed them and displayed them on his wall! What monster would do this! Even trolls only killed for food!


The human put Thistledown's jar down on the table. Cocklebur would not have thought that he could feel any sicker, but at the sight of his friend about to become the next in the hideous collection, he felt a dread fill him. He had to do something! Thistledown was beating at the sides of the jar, red in the face. The human had put another jar down next to her, filled with noxious fumes. Another faery lay dead at the bottom. It was clear he meant to put her in there to suffocate too.


Cocklebur was only a faery child and his magic was small, but he closed his eyes and concentrated as hard as he could, silvery sparks floating around his head. He sent the thought out to the human that someone was knocking at the door.


It worked! The human turned, grumbling, and walked towards the front door, leaving the door of the horror room open.


Weak with the effort of his magic, Cocklebur flew down to the desk where Thistledown's cage was. With what strength he had left, he pushed the jar off the side of the desk, Thistledown fluttered inside, a terrified expression on her face, as the jar rushed towards the ground. It hit the ground with a crash, breaking open. Thistledown's still- weak faery glamour prevented the glass from cutting her.


Fluttering up to her exhausted friend, she grabbed his hand and their touch gave them both strength, they whizzed out of the room and out through the open front door, where the human stood babbling to his imaginary friend about the new addition to his collection.


After school, they came clean to Mother Rankin about their terrible adventure. They took their punishment gladly. Many hundred years later, they would tell their grandchildren of it, when they were disobedient.


And as for the man who pinned faeries to his wall? Well legend has it Mother Rankin turned him into a toad, cursed to spend eternity living in a bog, being chased by ogres for their dinner.