Beneath Enchanted Oaks
When Rachel Oakes was a little girl she had to make paper dolls and twig people and small figures out of Fimo because English toyshops in the early Eighties just didn't seem to stock faeries, elves and fauns as playthings.
Now a mother of two dear little boys, Rachel has found that whatever direction her life seems to drift in, the world of enchanted creatures and people never seems to give up its call. Being mostly a self-taught artist, she was one day sketching a costume design for Queen Mab when the thought occurred to her that it might be fun to actually attempt to make it; and so began a reawakening of her former childhood pastime and a renewed love of faerie tales, folklore, mythology and history.
Just as she now collects and treasures every magical piece that her children create, Rachel's mother still has a tiny figure of a hobbit that Rachel made, aged seven. He's a little flat, and rather basic, but everyone agrees that the costume design shows great flair...
Rachel has been a member of Enchanted Folk since May 2008
Wed, Sep 30, 2009
An elderly relation of mine has always said that you can judge how cold a Winter will be by the amount of berries that grow in the Autumn that comes before. "Nature looks after her children," he would say. "And offers plenty before the long dark days come. Look to the trees - the more berries you see, the harsher a Winter you should expect."
Wed, Jun 30, 2010
On Beltane a friend and I sit on the grass beneath the apple tree, among the hazy bluebells that I planted last spring and dark bobbing Granny's Bonnets that return year after year...
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