Two tickets on a Shooting Star...

Pippit Priceless and Gretta from Gothere stood in the line waiting their turn in Nowhere. It was a once in a lifetime experience. Pippit held tight to her ticket on the Shooting Star and tried to calm little Gretta's nerves. Gretta was hoping that she would not fall off the shooting star but the anticipation of the ride held her courage and fascination. Pippit was going first, the time had come, she kissed Gretta on the cheek with a quick "see you soon" and in a flash, she found herself on the moon! In a lickety-split second Pippit was there! It was still daylight and she could see the stars and the big dipper was just around the corner...Twilight soon arrived, and a billowy soft cloud passed by. Pippit began to sing, twinkle, twinkle little star, it's so lovely where you are. Up above this big world so high, I'm just a living doll, way up in the sky...

Over the Moon

-Were walking on the air..
-I'm almost in seventh heaven...
-we just passed cloud nine...
-I'm in a transport of delight..
-does this mean youre happy...
-..over the moon my friend..over the moon..

-In a minute..in a minute...almost there...

How Do You Drive This Thing?

Tea Rat: HOLD ON TIGHT RATTUS! We are descending back down in the Valley of Nowhere. Was that NOT  a splendid flight to the moon?

Rattus: Tea dear fellow, do you HAVE to swoop down so quickly and rise so sharply? How do you drive this thing?

Tea Rat: On FAITH old man, ON FAITH!

Rattus: You mean to tell me you have NO IDEA HOW TO MANIPULATE THIS FAIRY? HOW DO I  LET YOU TALK ME INTO THESE THINGS?

Tea Rat: HOLD ON OLD THING, we are about to............

.......And that dear my dear children, is how Tea Rat and Rattus went to the moon and back......

The End

While visiting the Moon...

On our way to the moon, we saw a nocturnal fairy! She is so illusive, and rare..a wonderful gift from the Netherworld...perhaps it is the Nowhere of the Milky Way! Perhaps she glided in on a moonbeam!

It was just a quick glance, a fleeting moment, but if you believe, and if there is magic in your heart, you too will see.

The beautiful Blue moon fairy, who glides without a sound. She flutters by, and in an instant, she is gone again. We are left to wonder, was she really here? Is she really real?.  what is that scent? Where did that cool breeze come from..

As quickly as she appeared, she turns, and she is gone..leaving only a sweet smell of jasmine in the air..yes, she was really here, yes, she was really real..we believe,......... The magic is in our hearts!!

While photographing another doll, quite unlike this moon fairy, I saw my muse..she is all things magical, and pure, and tells me the names of the dolls I create..each a gentle whisper, but she speaks volumes! 

Moon Beams & Nowhere Dreams

As our Nowhere journey continues we dream, we imagine, we create. Only in our dreams can we travel on a Moon Beam and find our Nowhere Dreams...A fairy leads the way and a mouse will follow...taking a leap of faith, onto a spiderweb she goes...On tipsy tiny toes the fairy touches down, on the moon we go...will two rats, a raccoon follow?

Will a bear, a hedgehog, a doll and Hazel follow? Who will dare to travel to a place where Nowhere dreams come true?

Come out To Play

There is something about Nowhere that has changed my life.

 

When I create something

I make it with YOU in mind.

Come out to play my friends, and let us follow the fairy to the moon.

To my Nowhere friends:

The Dutchess

Penny

Jackie

Ruben

Christel

Patricia

Have a MAGICAL SUMMER WEEK!

The Fork in the Road

Floating Lessons

On a simple Tuesday afternoon the tourist plane flew over the land of Nowhere. They were told, if you put on your specs and look way down yonder and over there and waaaay down there you might see friends from Nowhere! Gretta could be seen from the air taking floating lessons way down below in Nowhere. It looked like a pool party was going on! Rats, bears, wee mice, and it looked like a raccoon was poolside too! They were all there and one DUCK! The tourist guide suspected the purple duck might be either a life guard or a floating instructor. With eyes peering from up above, they could see what looked like a little mouse on a bears belly. The tourist oooo'd and awwww'd and admire the beautiful land of Nowhere. There was a golden rule, tourist planes could never touch down in the land of Nowhere. Humans were scarce, and somewhat odd. Air space was limited to only one tourist plane per year and this was the day.
Away they flew as the pool party splashed on...

Float..

-We are floating..
-No..I'm floating...!
-Well...when you're floating I'm floating too..
-I'll be your ship...
-And I'll be your navigator...
-Together we can float forever and ever..

-Shall we now change places...
-..................Uhm.....................!?

Click picture for a better view...or hop in the pool...and float with us...

POOL PARTY TO THE MAX!

Tea Rat: ALLY OOOP!

Rattus: OLD MAN, where are your swim trunks? Where are your BOOTS?

Tea Rat: This is a POOL PARTY TO THE MAX old man! JUMP IN!

Rattus: You are exploring rather wavy waters there old thing...you even have a different texture to yourself..what happened to your skin?

Tea Rat: That woman who draws me is trying her hand at WATER COLOURS. I say, I feel rather liberated! JUMP IN!

Rattus: I have to say old man, you do things in a grandiose manner. MINIMALIST is certainly NOT your middle name!

Tea Rat: Quite the contrary. My middle name is MAXIMUS!

Rattus: After all these years old fellow, that we have studied together, roomed together, taken tea together, I never knew that. TEA RAT MAXIMUS.......

I say, WHAT IS YOUR LAST NAME old man?

Splish Splash Party On!

If the beach isn't the answer perhaps a pool party is! Everyone grab your kini shouted Gretta! Mozes grab your Speedo and jump in......oh my...I meant bikini or is it a kini? Gretta bound and determined to make the biggest S-P-L-I-S-H or S-P-L-A-S-H...whatever one comes first...she's in!!!

I Hate the Beach

Tea Rat: Oh boy! There's going to be a beach party! I better brush up on my surfer lingo. Twitchin, dude.

Rattus: Why are you twitching dear fellow? Are you ill?

Tea Rat: Twitchin! You know as in great, superb, cool, boss, wicked. Now come on, let's book for the beach.

Rattus: Beaches are public. Why do we need a reservation?

Tea Rat: No, not book as in reservation. Book as in to depart post haste. It's gonna be far out.

Rattus: Oh dear, I trust not too far.

Tea Rat: No dude, that's bogus. I mean far out, as in cool, twitchin. Now come on, and can you bring that cherry umbrella of mine?

Rattus: "Cherry?"

Tea Rat: Yeah, you know, pristine, perfect.

Rattus: It is a nice umbrella, but it's mine.

Tea Rat: Woah, dude. Don't try to boggart my stuff.

Rattus: "Boggart your stuff? What in the world are you babbling about?

Tea Rat: I'm babbling? Dude, you don't even know what boggart means. What a burn. What a chop.

Rattus: I think I'm going to lie down.

Tea Rat: Don't get groady on me. Don't shine me on. Aren't we goin' to shag it to the beach?

Rattus: Going to the beach just sounds like too much work.

Tea Rat: But I was so stoked to dig up some scratch for some scarfs and split to shore. We were going to have a primo, righteous time.

Rattus: I hate the beach.