This is the Menopause Faery. She has nothing to commend herself with apart from enduring the very worst torment MotherNature can lob on her...

She feels a lot like me... a lot like any of us femmes over 43-46. Poor bloody bugger. You guys just have no concept how this all feels...

This Faery needs your patient understanding, and your silence.... most of all your silence because the very thing which lights the dreadful furnace inside her is some silly bloody man suggesting to her...in the middle of the heat that "You look so nice with your hair up...why don't you put it up now"

NOW! In the middle of one of those flushes..forget the crap about "Power surges...

Any man stupid enough to suggest this to a fully Menopausal woman is an idiot!!! pure and simple.


So give this faery the respect she deserves and the space she needs to spread her wings and keep herself cool with them.

Here are some sloppy faeries who are becomming rather more common to see than in previous generations. These are the "Bad Table Manners Faeries" and they are as gross as they can be. If ever you sit next to one of these sucky slupping open mouthed eaters on a train or in a restaurant you have every right to smack them in their opened mouths...anything to teach this common lot some manners is okay. The best punishment for them is to sit them accross from each other and force them to put up with what you have to put up with. But they are a bit thick in the hide area and it may be a lost cause. Maybe some faery parents should have taught them the word "NO" rather than explaining the ins and outs of the rights of the child to them at age two!  

Its no secret whats in the cup of the Holy Grail for this pleasure loving faery. Its her job to be the official wine taster for the Faery Family living underneath the grapevines at the local winery. But this little wisp of colour has another gift oh lordee me yes she does...she's a dab hand at changing water into wine...which she's about to do right now if you please.

So leave your water barrells out for her tonight and if you are lucky you's have a nice Chardonaay, or if she's really feeling generous it might be a nice rich old tawny Port... 

Marigold.

No those are not waccy baccy leaves in this cheerful little faery's hair. Maybe they are Tomato leaves. Maybe they are Marigold leaves... yeass they look for all the world like the Marigold leaves in my front yard.

Of course they do.

I have been waiting a long time for them to flower or at least grow a big red tomato, but I am sure that they will produce some sort of something one day with dear little Marigold hovering over them in the hot hazey afternoon light.
 

A Bad Habit Faery if ever I saw one. But even with a cat in her hair which she is completely unaware of, and a head full of twigs and critters from falling over occasionally, she is a remarkable happy faery. Proud of her irish ancestry, sh'e not so pleased about the grumpy faced wowsers behind her who reckon she should be living a bit closer to God. The silly born again faery who's trying to blow out her pipe is treading on thin ice I reckon. 

This has to be the good faery of poor bloody women who have to wash up the family dishes after working 12 hours in a supermarket or hospital... she is suggesting to the King of the FAERIES that its about time he got his horny hard hands a bit used to the dish mop and tea towel and made himself a bit useful...after all he who eats, showers and uses the toilet should not think he is doing the Faery Queen any favours if he magnanioously offers to clean up his own slimy mess.

This faery has to be a little bit of a "try hard" faery...looks to me like she got all the jewels and hair extensions a bit off side...but she's a happy little vegemite and won't do you any harm at all if you wander too close to her favourite mirror in David Jones. She spends her days trying out all the perfume samples and lining up for free makeups in the classier department stores... she's learning fast is this faery. 

You know how it is when you want to dig a hole in your own backyard and accidentally hit a Telstra cable, or a water pipe...then you've got to hope they never find the source of the "accident"... in your backyard or it'll cost you gadzillions and you'll be homeless and reviled in society... Yeass well thiss is the faery who is responsible for these things happening... not you and she features in my short story "The Green Bomb" and when I can work out how to put her and all the other faeries from "The Green Bomb" together in one post you'll see just what this faery achieved. 

Lost in the greeny depths of this one who appeared late one evening when the moon sailed high amongst the clouds... when amused she is likely to give a little chuckle which surprises, because sometimes she looks a little solemn. I think she's much more amused than she shows and her conception was a complete surprise for the King of Faeries. Maybe it is this which amuses her. 

This blue eyed one gazes back at me from my mind's eye and makes me laugh because I know that at any moment this face is going to beam back at me with delight and the biggest grin you could want to see. She has been a twinkle in my eyes for over three decades and a pure delight from the world of faery. 

This is the first of my quick whipped up faeries..if you can wield a paintbrush don't look too close...these are done just for fun and usually do them balanced on my knee late in the night while sitting up in bed... a bit messy but they make me feel good to do and whatever you do for your own pleasure which doesn't hurt anyone else just hast to be good for you.