Whether you are a gnome, fairy or a wee doll, nothing makes a special occasion more special than a beautifully embroidered tablecloth. This miniature tablecloth is perfect for spring and summer! Britta received a package in the post with this note. Dearest Britta, I know how much you have always loved this tablecloth. I …
If you have wee creatures in your life, like fairies and gnomes, chances are they will be sending letters to loved ones. Today, on Wee Folk Art, use our miniature envelope tutorial to make them a whole box of stationery! While Britta was off collecting dried grasses to weave into baskets, she saw the carrier …
Have you ever wondered what goes on in a Mouse House? Believe it or not, I have. Although I’m not particularly partial to sharing my house with mice, I do think they are quite adorable and ponder their little lives. If I suspect mice have taken up residence in my house, I set live traps …
When Axel entered the house and said, “Now, don’t go getting yourself all worked up, but we have a wee bit of a problem.” Britta’s heart skipped a beat. Nothing ever bothered easy going Axel, so if HE thought there was a problem, no doubt it was serious. Britta just turned and looked at …
As summer is drawing to a close, my thoughts turn inward… not philosophically, but rather to the inside of my house. I don’t do spring cleaning, I do fall cleaning, and much of the change inside my house occurs in September and October, before the holidays. As I was wandering through my house this morning, tablet …
This was first posted on April 27, 2009, on my now retired blog One Generation to Another. I hope you enjoy 🙂 I love gardening. But who can blame me? Time began in a garden, at least biblically speaking. God did not plop Adam and Eve down in the desert. Nor did he choose a mountain …
Few things can make a gnome get a rumbly in his tumbly faster than the smell of fresh mushrooms sauteing in a frying pan. Axle thinks Britta should add mushrooms to just about everything she makes. Because Britta shares his love for mushrooms, she’s willing to cook them as long as he collects them. Of course, occasionally …
Britta awoke with mixed feelings. Today was St. Patrick’s Day, which meant the leprechauns would be leaving The Thicket for places unknown. “Perhaps, just perhaps”, she thought, “I may miss them just a wee bit.” But Britta was ready for the pranks to end and for order to be restored to her household. She cautiously …
Ever since the Leprechauns returned to The Thicket, Britta has been noticing a few oddities. Jackets and shawls disappear and reappear, the order of the shoes lined up by the backdoor get rearranged, and her bookmark gets moved nightly. Whenever Britta complains to Axel about the leprechauns, he shrugs and chuckles. “No harm done”, he …
As Britta packed away the last of the Valentine decorations, she gave a heavy sigh. Britta, who’s plump cheeks were usually dimpled from her perpetual smile, was frowning. This was Britta’s least favorite time of year. It would be a few weeks before the flower fairies began to return to the Thicket, but the Thicket would …
