Fairy folk have been gathering pistils from mountain flowers. Collecting them by moonlights silver beams. Mixing them with dewdrops that have fallen from the new green leaves in the forest, and the tears of baby bats. Its expensive stuff of course. You aren’t going to find this sort of thing on the shelves in Asda. Rather it is delivered by elvish folk in little carts drawn by dormice to the finest shops in all the land. And what do you suppose they do with it precious? Well of course it is a secret. Mere mortals can never really know. Save only of course for the chosen. The cabal of female gender that specialise in the ancient arts.
Not (for once) members of the coven that She Of The Townhouse belongs to. No no, these sisters of Vesta (hmm maybe that should just be acquaintances of Vesta in view of other things I have heard about them) are the ones blessed in the secret arts of relieving women of minute snips of hair and colouring in the grey ones.
Generally they exchange their services for gold.
She Of The Town House is off to the hairdresser.
That reminds me. I really must trim my nostrils.
11 comments:
I loved this!
You make a trip to the Hairdresser sound like a magical fairy-tale.:)
Me again!!
What on earth is that picture?:o
headless chicken - It's a very expensive magical fairy-tale.
The picture...ahh yes... I look much better after I have had a cup of coffee and a shower.
Humor in English does not mean the same thing as English humor! Understanding some of this takes a little work on an Americans' part! Enjoyable work though....
Great post Meredic, I reckon these fairy folk have been secretly nicking the blonde out of my hair when I'm not looking, and replacing it with grey actually, there's just no other explanation possible...
buffalodickdy - two nations separated by a common language eh? Oh and a herring pond of course.
theblonde - so you will be changing your name to theclourmeinblonde?
I have a problem meredic, I have searched lots of on-line dictionaries for the definition of clourmein, and can't find it, sorry that your comment was lost on me but help me out here..... Could it be something like, 'my colour' in german?) I give up! help!
I think you should get on that bike and wander the lanes reminiscing of times spent in the camper wagon. Watch out for unexpected potholes though.
Whatever that picture is, it is kind of cute and yet keeps me guessing what sort of an animal was used to create this outstanding work of art.
theblonde – truly you are a hard woman. Spare a poor fellow the occasional slip of the thiumb.
davem – I may even be seeking your recommendations for areas west of Cardiff soon. She Of The Town House has promised me a little trip if I am good.
rosy – some things must remain a mystery I am afraid.
You are funny Meredic - and so right too!
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