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concept: you live in a whimsical fairy cottage with pink floral wallpaper and a vast backyard of daisies and dandelions. you’re on a tire swing, sunkissed in an airy white sundress. it’s a buttery golden summer of soft warm breezes, cicadas humming, and birds singing. your cheeks are rosy and your eyes are bright as you blow on a dandelion. you don’t wish for anything.
This is my dream
Heidi, Girl of the Alps (1974)
Marie-poupée (1976)
An orphan named Marie marries a dollmaker who begins treating her like his own personal doll. At first Marie enjoys being pampered, but she soon becomes creeped out by the situation.
thrifted silks, babydolls, music boxes with pretty ballerinas, pearl necklaces, angels figurines with dusty wings, expensive perfume bottles, strawberry and peach scented girls, white cotton panties, white roses, listening to la vie en rose, strawberries in ice water, clear strawberry lip gloss, bubblegum flavored lollipops.
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She was a kinder-garden girl, baby pink ribbons hung in her ringlets ・ ☆ ゜・ glittering like a moonstone rose in the moonlit, she wore dolly socks that were made of cotton that baby lambs would smell.
fairy meadow became to what now she calls her home
Iron keys lead her to a woodland place, where tree swallows sing lullabies about willow trees.
Where she thought raindrops were fairy whispers.
ghost children, flower girls, ballerina bruises, antique porcelain dolls, crying cherubs, dove feathers, attic dust, an infant baptism gown from 1901, tinsel halos, lost love letters, funeral flowers, empty church pews, an abadoned piano with missing keys.
Darling retreat on the Isle of Wight
One day I hope to live in a cottage on the outskirts of a small country town. I will grow my own vegetables, herbs and fruit. I will bake pies and cakes to sell at the market. I will have chickens clucking about the garden and bees buzzing around the lavender and rosemary hedges. My cottage will have a wrap-around veranda with a small wicker couch and coffee table so I can sit and have a cup of tea in the afternoons while I read a good book.
My neighbours will pop by for a cup of tea and a chat or a pinch of spell-work. Their children know me as the witch at the end of the lane. Some are afraid and some are bold and brash enough to walk up to my front door and demand to see some witchcraft. I happily invite them inside and teach them some little magic, like how to whistle up a breeze or bake wishes into pies.
I will paint, embroider and make pottery from my veranda and spell work will be woven into all. A baby is born in the village? I will sew it a quilt with protection spell sewn into every patch with my dog beside me.
Crows come to visit and tell their tales while I eagerly listen. And one day I will be too old to take care of my little cottage so I will leave it to a niece, nephew or one of the village children who showed a spark of magic.
I will never be rich but I will be content, and that’s what matters.
a sunny afternoon in a green field filled with flowers and soft music and talking about dreams and kissing
Life isn’t long enough to do all you could accomplish. And what a privilege even to be alive. In spite of all the pollutions and horrors, how beautiful this world is. Supposing you only saw the stars once every year. Think what you would think. The wonder of it! –Tasha Tudor
I’ve often seen this picture of Tasha Tudor used in witch aesthetic boards. She wasn’t a witch or Pagan and, as a devout Christian, would probably horrified to think that anyone would think the she was one. However, she has a beautiful, well cultivated aesthetic that speaks to a lot themes that modern witches can relate to: a connection with nature, the importance of handmade, and simple rustic living.
