Even when I am sleeping my dreams are alive with wonderful images of morning sun sweeping across dew covered lawns (it’s a memory from somewhere I just can’t place) fairies dancing in swirling skirts beneath ancient oak trees (if only this was a memory) beautiful sparkling lace and flowing silks draped across antique furniture and I wake up almost believing I am a part of these scenes played out in my head I am itching to create something and this inability to switch off is a new one for me. I was usually the first to want to skive off whenever possible. But I am enjoying my work so much that I don’t want to stop. In my little attic workshop there are dresses hanging everywhere in different stages of construction and as I make them I imagine my girls playing in them, running and twirling, rolling in meadows and tucking them up to paddle in rock pools, pretending to be princesses as we search for rainbows in the rain and there is something about this ‘me’ time that has awakened a part of me I had forgotten, because I see myself in these girls, the little girl me who also loved dressing up and make-believe, a little girl who crouched for hours by rock pools to watch the little creatures in their watery palaces, and gazed out to sea with the certainty that Merfolk were close by, a child who crept quietly through woodland so as not to disturb the fairies and glimpse them in their rings and that little girl who wants so much for her little girls to believe in the magic in the world and to have a care for all things( whether real or a part of the other realm) this little part of me has enjoyed creating the things I would have wanted for myself at that age, I can remember refusing to wear anything modern as child, I don’t think I put on a pair of jeans until I was about 11 or 12 I wanted to wear pretty dresses with white lace aprons, and long dresses that swept the floor like the ladies from the past, my ancestors! And I am pretty sure I would have chewed someone’s arm off for my own cloak! In fact, perhaps it’s time I started wearing one, perhaps what we need is a dressing up adventure in the wild, picnicking under a tree on the satin lining of a wine red cloak eating chunks of homemade bread spread thickly with proper butter and honey! (Notice there are no wasps in this picture!) I want to tuck a long princess dress into my knickers and paddle with my girls in streams winding across beautiful countryside then dance in circles till the sun starts to set, and I think that is exactly what we will do!