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Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Faerie Magick

"The world is full of Magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper."

~Bertrand Russell~

I have always loved faeries and magic. I still love them today.

Fairy tales enthralled me as a child.  They still fill me with joy.
It's no wonder that these wonderful, magical creatures have permeated my art.

So when Faerie Magazine called and asked me if I would write a tutorial for their next publication,
I was delighted!

Faerie Magazine is a wonderful publication celebrating the fairy kingdom.
It is beautifully done, with stories of the little folk and beautiful art of the fae.
And in this latest issue, they added a new section called,
 "Magical Sweets and Enchanted Treats"--

and this is where you can find the complete tutorial to create
Marshmallow Fairy Flowers.
These little flowers that will be a great topper for any confection,
such as cookies, candy, mini-cakes or petit fours.

So contact Faerie Magazine today and get your subscription.
Be sure to order a copy of the latest issue as well!

If you snooze, you lose!
Click on the banner to go to Faerie Magazine!

If you want your children to be brilliant, read them fairy tales.
 If you want them to be geniuses, read them more fairy tales.
 ~Albert Einstein


  1. Those. Figures. Are. Amazing! And the little flowers! So beautifully done.

  2. Jacque!! That is so totally awesome!!! You make beautiful fairies. The fairy flowers are amazingly cute!!


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It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The wrinkles of the road.

It makes an even face
Of mountain and of plain, —
Unbroken forehead from the east
Unto the east again.

It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil

On stump and stack and stem, —
The summer's empty room,
Acres of seams where harvests were,
Recordless, but for them.

It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen, —
Then stills its artisans like ghosts,
Denying they have been.

~Emily Dickinson