I have an 8 year old niece (Liza), who is really into fairies right now. Completely understandable. I was into fairies at that age, too. I believed they existed. I grew up on the north coast, and whenever my sister and I saw a mushroom ring, we just KNEW that fairies were afoot. There is just something magical and special about a fairy.
I grew up on the north coast, and whenever we saw a mushroom ring, we knew that fairies were afoot.
Apparently there’s a new Disney movie out right now called Tinker Bell, starring Tink and her “fairy friends.” I personally haven’t seen it, but Liza’s crazy about it; and has decided to collect the fairy dolls. I sure as heck hope she’s not reading this because I’m about to spill some beans.
For Christmas, I bought her a couple of Tinker Bell’s friends (Iridessa and Rosetta). But I found the coolest thing: a nifty little jar of fairy dust on Etsy (probably the coolest website since Wikipedia). It’s the kind of thing I would have loved as an 8 year old girl…and I can’t wait to see her face on Christmas morning. Hooray!