There, in the early morning light, one was spotted on rain-dampened ferns.

Her skirt is perfumed by the rose petals gathered by the sea and the adornments are dried bramble and flowers; she is the sweetest smelling fairy, long after the flowers have gone by. She is a close ally to the Merrow, the sea fairies who communicate with their counterparts on land. 

The fairies are like everyone else: they love a new spring wardrobe. Here are a bunch of teeny fairy and literary altered book dresses (all individually made and one of a kind) that I just brought to Brambles in Belfast. They are $25 each and come with a custom hanger and backstory on my website.

I'm going to England in a few days to the countryside for the first time. I made a couple of Pixies as a tribute.

From Mythology.Net"Take a walk along England’s beautiful southern coast and you may be charmed by more than just pretty wildflowers, mystical stone rings, and the blue, blue ocean. Pixies also roam the countryside, and if you happen to have a pretty scrap of ribbon or a clever verse of poetry for them, they might just invite you to join in with one of their giddy dances or send you along your way with a blessing over your head."

"....they do love fine things, and they will seize upon any gift of beautiful clothing that is offered to them."

And here's the other one I made: with dried flowers and birch bark.

Adorned with delicate buds and dried rose petals. They smell so sweet!

All of these spring fairy dresses will soon be available at Brambles in Belfast.

Here is my latest Edna St. Vincent Millay dress

This one of a kind dress is made from this sonnet:

“She had a horror he would die at night.
And sometimes when the light began to fade
She could not keep from noticing how white
The birches looked — and then she would be afraid,
Even with a lamp, to go about the house
And lock the windows; and as night wore on
Toward morning, if a dog howled, or a mouse
Squeaked in the floor, long after it was gone
Her flesh would sit awry on her. By day
She would forget somewhat, and it would seem
A silly thing to go with just this dream
And get a neighbor to come at night and stay.
But it would strike her sometimes, making tea:
_She had kept that kettle boiling all night long, for company._”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay

This is Camden, Maine, where Millay grew up.

They're tricksy. Look at this one camouflaged next to a pot of white tulips.

Made with the dried buds of spring blooms. And here's another one made from a bodice of birch and beech leaf with hydrangea for a skirt.

Each is stitched up the back with  thread and comes with a custom bejeweled hanger.

The tree peepers were vocal for the first time last night. That led me into the woods to search for any signs of The Wee Folk

I didn't have to walk far in the back of our woods. A miniature potting bench was in plain sight.

The bench itself was flaked with pine bark, a concealing form of craftsmanship.

Complete with tiny tools, clay pots, seeds and a wee watering can.

'Tis one of a kind and will soon be available at Brambles, a home decor shop in Belfast.

See that there? It takes awhile, but I've learned to spot them, the Wee Folk that hide in my back woods.

 This is a Dryad, a shape shifting fairy that can take the form of a tree. These are the Watchers of the Forest and they hide in the cover of the woods to search out spots for the troop to inhabit once they come up from the Underground.

Here she is in a better angle.

 I made this one specifically from a beautiful old mossy stump I'd seen after hiking in Rangeley last fall and painted the birch bodice with the same kinds of kelly and dark greens.

The upper part of the skirt is adorned with Lobaria pulmonaria, a lichen known as "lung moss"  thought to be a medicinal remedy for lung diseases. The underskirt is made from green reindeer moss with tufts of Old Man's Beard for the corsage and pink bud.

Each fairy dress has its own custom bejeweled hanger and is stitched up the back with thread.

This one-of-a-kind fairy dress will soon be brought to Brambles, in Belfast. Be sure to go see their display of all my fairy dresses or visit my Etsy page for more.

​All fairies are from the elemental property of air and lightness, represented by plants, herbs, flowers, trees.

I made her with beech leaf fairy wings.

Each one of these miniature fairies are made from all found natural materials and are one-of-a-kind. A new troop of them are being made for Brambles, a magical shop in Belfast, which carries my Wee Folk fairy dresses.

Right on time (March 21) a pair of sisters were spotted by the sea. Though some fairies live in the hills or barrows, I found a matriarchal society of The Wee Folk  in the woods near the sea in Maine two years ago and have been documenting them ever since. It is said one can see fairies by looking through a stone with a natural hole in it.

This is the time of year that they begin to emerge from their subterranean residence deep below the snow-covered hills. They sense that the light has changed and with the air warming every day, these maiden sisters were out gathering the tiny shoots of crocuses. 

 These lovelies were made from roses given to me on Valentine's Day and I made sure their value would not be thrown away.

Each is stitched up the back with purple thread. The whimsical hanger is adorned with a teeny jewel that matches the color of each dress. Oh, and that's the Camden hills in the background.

Sunning on a bed of crocuses. It's truly the start of Spring!

This time of year one never sees The Wee Folk, but on this bitter February day in Maine (16 degrees out) one was spotted. This fay was scouting out new places for the fairies to  make their homes once the snow clears and they can come up from the Underground.

 Made from green plants whose leaves had begun to fade, this dress has a moss skirt and dried flower applique. The wings naturally curled as they dried as if in flight.

Just a hint of red from the decaying plant leaves sets off the beautiful green. This fairy is a reminder that spring is coming.