Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Fae Ellwyn

The Secret Garden

Ellwyn and Aldous

Long ago, a lovely maid spurned a Lord’s amorous advances. In anger, the Lord bargained his soul to a Warlock. Thus, the maid was cast into a garden, forever to be neither Fae nor mortal and always beguiling. The Lord and each one who followed would reap prosperity for only so long as the ritual remained unbroken. It was a bargain not without price. In trade for these riches, happiness was forfeit. Each Lord must instruct the one to follow, so as to perpetuate the spell.

The old Lord muttered and shifted restlessly on his deathbed. “Not ready. Left too late. All shall be undone. The ring, the ring.” Aldous leaned forward, but the words held no meaning. He stood and crossed to the tiny window. The poor old man was addled with pain and would not last the night. As the only remaining heir and newly returned from the wars which had robbed Craigmoor of all direct descendants, he was not prepared for the mantle of Lord. His childhood had been a lonely one and the old manse had shared few secrets. His Grandfather had shared none. Distant and proud, he was unapproachable to a small boy and much had been left unsaid. Perhaps that was his regret. With a small moan, the dying man found his peace. The new Lord sighed. He would wait with his kin till the moon settled in the mist. None should be alone in death.

The song was just a breath on the night air. Faint and haunting. Perhaps it was a night bird or a stray waft of wind through the old window. His eyes traced the pale, moon-dappled garden below. As a child, Aldous had explored every nook and cranny of the huge old estate. He could swear he never found this garden. Walled and derelict, it was a tiny garden, hidden from any view save the one from this window. Even a small boy would not dare trespass in the Lord’s chambers.

Her pale form drifted through a moonbeam and Aldous stood transfixed. She lifted her eyes to his. As if she willed it, a puff of air stirred the tapestries and he saw the door.

She waited. One life had passed and he must come, surely as all those before him. The ritual was old as time. She drew the scroll from the old oak, gently strummed her mandolin and began to sing. In her tongue, it was a musical though not a joyous lyric. Perhaps this time would be the last. A forlorn hope cradled in her heart, for she grew weary of her prison and longed for freedom. But, of course, he would have been given the secret of his future and her eternal bondage would continue. She turned and bowed at his deep query, “Who are you fair one and how do you come to be in this garden?” Her eyes pierced his, then with quickly lowered lids she offered him the parchment. Could it be? Did he not know? She closed her eyes, fully prepared for that which must surely come.

Aldous stared in awe. She was a winged creature. Just there, in the pale light, he could see their delicate gossamer reflection. “Can you not tell me by what magic you play and sing in the moonlight?” His barely whispered words nearly made her meet his gaze. But she dared not till the ritual was complete. In his bewitched state he fumbled for the scroll. His hand was bare. There was no ring. He would not be able to read the scroll. She smiled and stole a last glance into his eyes. Her voice startled him. “I almost wish.” Then, before he could speak again and as the scroll left her fingers, she vanished. All that remained was her mandolin, abandoned among the dewy brambles and the memory of her secret smile and green eyes.

 Original Story by Cheryl Crawford

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

IDEX 2013

Table #20.
Please Stop by and See the New Ladies.

Special Debut of "Downton Flower Show" - One of My Favorite Costumes.
Hint - Lady Grantham

See You There!
At The BJD Mixer on Saturday Evening...


Saturday, January 19, 2013

A New Year

     All the trimmings are back in their boxes and safely stowed away until next Christmas. My tree sits alone and twinkly in the living room, awaiting a pair of storage bags. Once it is tucked safely inside, it will dwell in the garage for another year. It is a little sad in its lonesomeness but it is also acting as a buffer between all the glimmer that was and all the somewhat drab that is.

     I am returned from a lovely visit with my son in southern CA and this first week of 2013 has almost passed. I am astonished by the speed with which each new day approaches. I felt the same exactly one year ago and the fact that another year has dawned and has begun its swift passage has me determined to make each and every day as important and productive as I possibly can.

     I have cleaned up most of the fall and early winter debris from the yard. The birds are gleefully picking off the earthworms I uncovered with my rake.

     So I am now gazing at the flames in my fireplace. It is raining and I am glad to have beaten the wet.

     I am full of ideas and plans. We go to IDEX in April and I will be ready.

     I need to re-mold a new head and a major fabric buying trip is imminent.

     Please take a moment to visit my web site linked below and be sure to go to Yahoo and sign up for my First to Know Group - The Secret Garden - for new dolls and doll news.

Have a happy New Year and let me hear from you.

My Dream Continues

     I dreamed of my own doll and I hoped she would reflect my sense of romance, fantasy and history.

     I wanted my creation to be more than a doll.

     This special figure was to be ethereal, graceful and able to pose.

     The resin Ball Jointed Doll was the perfect medium.

     I also wanted the doll to be large enough to allow for great detail in costuming and accessories and most importantly, I wanted the doll to reside in a small vignette and to be accompanied by accessories and props which would enhance the mood of the chosen theme and also allow you, the collector the opportunity to engage with the figure, pose her as desired and change her attitude at will.

     And now to begin the realization anew in 2013.