Sunday, 28 July 2013

To The Woods...

Dress as Elements shoot by
Twitch Photos

Water : Picnic Dress
Air : Margot Dress

... These frills have already found new wardrobes to hang in, but if you keep out an eye there will be lots more soon to come... and if you can't quite wait, then send me a message on a Raven and I will create one made to measure just for you ...


Tales from the Treehouse

... breakdown ...

... and then we went for a walk in the woods ...

... I wasn't ready to miss you ...

Saturday, 8 June 2013

The Key on Holy Mountain...


We went to the woods still with the body and mind we had the night before...
Alex wore my latest Flutterbydaisy SweetHeart Dress
That now lives far away in Italy :)

I made a necklace too ... from pressed flowers and resin and lace
a Victorian Mourning Locket...

... Find them in my *shop* ... they have names and are called 
Secret Garden necklaces...

I found all the flowers myself... 
and kept them
pressed them
in a big book
I feel like Im in there too sometimes...


After our walk and dance in the woods Alex took me to her Tattoo shop Holy Mountain it's in Scunthorpe and is pretty inside with art... 

... she drew all over me and now I'm new...

...with a circle for entirety and complete and the female, initials of those who got to my ind before you could marry me, a sewn needle going through, and some collar bone dots because we felt like it...

Here are some more flowers for you from the land of Etsy...


 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9.

Tales From the Treehouse

I gave her my key, I guess it means more to her than me... I shouldn't have gone or came or stayed there was nothing left there for me just heavy heart and nothing ... though I wish it was nothing but there's so much - so much nothing it's hard to ignore... it's all over.  I wish I could be like the other, one day, no feelings to feel anymore, because feelings hurt... not enough smiles to equal out and fade out and make you happy, not for me because of the wish I made in the circle when I was small.  It all comes back on you three times, even with the wishes were dreamed with good intention ... mother earth can be cruel.
So I shall just sit and sew and give you all the smiles inside I have left, until they are no more.
Nevermore he said and he is one of them.

Monday, 11 March 2013

Feathers Plucked and Magic Gone...

Given to The Wild
... Danniella took the girls into the wilderness in Flutterbydaisy frills ...
and they all danced to the sounds of the sea

Photography : Danniella Jaine
Clothing & Knits : Flutterbydaisy
Accessories : Rouge PonyJewellery : Native Feathers
Models : Natalie Philips, Chloeanna Daisy, Miss Jenna

Pixie Tops and Pixie Skirts
Made to measure in your size and choice of colour 
write to me here : to place your order
...and visit my *FB Page* to see designs I've already made


A journey, one filled will everything, even things we don't wish...
but here are some things you may, from Etsy Land :

1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9.  

Tales From The Treehouse

The Sparrow, the owl ... in fact all those birds have left the treehouse, I can still hear them singing - but very faint now.  She once spoke of her cage she caught with tips of wings and sang so quiet he could not hear.  The girl is with you - she used to sing in your place but has now been silenced; a quiet has fallen, crushed berries, and the end is no longer there.  She fell.  She fell again and fainted, she might never wake up now stuck between awake and nothing, nothing more of frills and tales and reflections of peacock magic only a feather bed is left and she clings to it so hard it may turn back to silk in her hands, trickle through the gaps like all the rest and be gone.  No pity no longer - just leave her, she brought it all on herself.

Tuesday, 19 February 2013

From Inside the Shell of a Nut

Photography: Danniella Jaine
Accessories: Reinka
Make-up: MissViolett
Wardrobe Stylist/Fashion Writer: Kat Tideswell

... Flutterbydaisy frills on Foxy Fairies ... 

New Pixie Skirts and Tops in my *shop* now, and soon - after my Danniella has had more pretties playing in them, taking snaps and dancing... yet more also on the way... or write to me to order one of these OOAK pieces in your size and choice of colour :

I've been away for a while, inside getting cabin fever which means
it's been quite a while since I shared with you my findings from Etsy land... so here are a few of my favourite things: 
bunnies, pretty girls and dead things...

1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9.


and from the Treehouse? well... I don't know, no writing can tell of what has happened - love though, it's never simple is it?

Monday, 12 November 2012

To The Coastline on the Backs of Owls...

... Jazzmin came over to dance in the cold...
Clothing, Accessories and Photography : Flutterbydaisy
Model and MUA : Jazzmin Lowson
Sea Jewellery : The Lysine Contingency

Find my Flower Girl and Woodland accessories in my : Etsy Shop

... look at the other delightful jewels The Lysine Contingency has inside its shop too ...

'All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream'
- Mr Poe


... and one for me to keep all the way from over there to over here - thank you for my pretty necklace the owl is sitting in her tree and can leave to fly any time she pleases... if she is feeling happy, if her wings aren't too heavy today, then she will go, 'till then there's nothing to do but stay...

... I went to see the sea and over there I found me... 
... dresses from the deep looking for wardrobes to be hung up in and places to dance ... 

Etsy went to the sea too and found treasure
... of owls and boats:

1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9.

Tales From The Treehouse

It's hard and the bird she said this falling from so far up would hurt most, like when those little ones are learning to fly, which is strange because that's how you explained all this to me; teaching me to fly... so why can't I do it? why do I feel as though my wings were clipped like the crows at The Tower of London? or were you wrong and are you really teaching me how to fall? I guess that would be nice too because if I learn how to do it properly it will hurt less the next time.  Maybe the next time wont come.  I don't want to go, but I can't stay.
I love, my love, for you, for always...

'Wake up to the sound of your fleeting heart
When you go, what you leave is a work of art
On my chest, on my heart
And my love is yours but your love's not mine
So I'll go but we know I'll see you down the line
And we'll hate what we've lost but we'll love what we find
And I'm feeling fine, we've made it to the coastline'

- The Paper Kites, Featherstone.