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~ What Inspires Lady Narf's Creations ~

Many things inspire me, but I would have to say most of my inspirations come
from my childhood. With my mom, it was tea pearties with the Queen of the Faeries, stories of
the wonks that lived in our well, and spook-walks at night. She would read some of the best stories
ever told from a phone book and the Sears catalog.

Mom also had a vegetable garden that grew huge vegetables and she would tell
us kids that faeries came at night and danced among the vegetables and sprinkled their faerie dust
and drop magic faerie coins to make them grow extra big. We would beg her to let us weed the
garden in hopes we could find the coins; when we were done, we would count the coins. If we
found more than five coins that meant that the faeries would allow us to pick a small basket of
vegetables to cook a magickal faerie stew, which we would make ourselves on a two burner hot
plate out on the porch. I'll tell you, it was the best stew ever!

My mother also had beautiful flower and rock gardens with pathways to follow,
I loved that. I would always play out there and bring the faeries thimbles of honey, milk, sweets,
and sometimes berries from the garden. And every morning I would run out to see what the
faeries had brought me. Sometimes they would leave me candies, money, buttons, peanuts, etc. They
never forgot me, not even once!

There was always magic with Santa, theEaster bunny, leprechauns, and the tooth
faerie. I even made faerie furniture so that when the tooth faerie came to visit she would have a
place to rest. Mom always made nature and holidays magical; I loved her for that.

But on the darker side, us kids also loved to be scared. Mom would do crazy stuff
such as, step into my room, flip the light off, and say, 'I'm not your mother!' Or we would be
playing in our bedroom with our friends and cousins and all of a sudden there would be a rap on
the window. We would look up, and there was mom with a nylon sock over her head with a
flashlight under her chin. Of course, we would all scream, and she would disappear. We also would
beg her to talk us on her famous spook-walks. It was always dark and there was about eight or ten
kids and my mom. She would tell us a scary story about the hobgoblins, the boogieman, or the
wonks in the well. But sometime near the end of the story mom would start to say; 'Oh god, I can
hear them, they're coming, there coming....run!' and then she would run. We would all start
screaming and running and at times there would be crying. By the time we'd reach the house, our
hearts pounding, tears flowing, we soon were laughing and begged her to do it again! I could go on
and on with mom stories, but that would take a book to tell.

Something else I loved as a kid, and even to this day, I don't know who it was
there, but every time there was a full moon, I would receive a phone call from the man on the
moon. That was so cool!

The second person I have to mention is my auntie Zella. I lovedher so very
much. I would go and stay with her for weeks at a time. She lived in the woods about an hour or
so from my parents. She had psychic abilities and was able to communicate with animals and the
dead. In her home there was a young boy named Charlie. He had died on the land in the eighteenth
hundreds. He haunts her house and spends lots of time in the room with the piano, Charlie was a
stinker and liked to be mischievious. I fell in love with ideas of ghosts, goblins, mermaids, bigfoot,
shapeshifts, elves, etc...

She also was a great storyteller. Camping was always thrilling; ghost stories
around the campfire, calling for the coyotes into the fire camp. She also would call in the bats;
they're a little bit scary when they buzzed her hair. But the thrill of the scare was always the best
part!

During the week, we would take walks in the woods looking
for shape-shifting faeries and bigfoot, whom she says comes from the faerie realm and that's why
they disappear so fast. That is also why we have never seen any bones of the dead. In her backyard,
which was the woods, really late at night, she would wake me up and we would take ice cream, sit
in the woods; in the dark very quietly, and the woods would come alive with magical creatures.

So now you can see where a freak like me became Lady Narf, Keper of the Faerie magic that lives
inside all of us.

Much love and Faerie Blessings,

Lady Narf