Fairy Godmother badge for Girl Scouts

A fairy godmother badge can now be earned by girl scouts. They collect prom gowns and one complete outfit to help the Fairy Godmothers, Inc. provide prom dresses for girls who cannot otherwise go to the prom.

The scout must donate 8 long gowns, in good repair and not more than five years old, on hangers, sized. One gown must be accessorized with shoes, jewelry, a purse and a shawl. When the gowns are collected and donated, the troop leader can order the badge.

Giving younger girls a service project that directly helps other girls is a wonderful idea, and it teaches some skills such as recycling for a fun and glamourous project. Learn more about the badge and about the Fairy Godmothers, Inc., at http://www.fairygodmothersinc.com/news/girl_scouts_patch.html

Five Things They Don’t Teach Fairy Godmothers

Five Things They Don’t Teach Fairy Godmothers
Written for: Brown_Betty in the Yuletide 2006 Challenge
by akamarykate at http://yuletidetreasure.org/archive/26/fivethings.html

This excellent short fiction posits five sentences as perspectives on a non-magical fairy godmother in the physical, material world. I’m not familiar enough with Connie Willis’s work to recognize the characters, but the story hangs together without that backstory. Looking at this list as a kind of challenge gives me some ideas about the WIP.

1) One Person’s Fairy Godmother Is Another’s Wicked Fairy

I have a fable of fairy godmothers, a lucky seven, each with her own wicked fairy aspects and demons. Can’t work them all into this episode, but what I learned from Star Trek TNG is to have two story lines, a macguffin and a personal story, with several triads. Walkons and cameos count as long as the story shifts focus the next week.

2) The Apple Might Not Fall Far From the Tree, But Sometimes It Rolls

Do people change, or do they simply become more themselves, despite their genetics and experiences. What kinds of experiences change a person, and which apple trees are growing on hillsides where their offspring are likely to roll?

3) Every Fairy Godmother Needs a Trickster

Got plenty of those, see #1. It’s not always the magical helper’s job to make things easy for the client. Often the client has to pass the test first, and if not, then tricking is always the result.

4) Sturdy Boots Come in Handy More Often Than a Pair of Glass Slippers

Glass slippers, even if they are not stilettos, are tricky at best. Take care of your feet, and they’ll take you where you want to go, even if you can’t wear boots at all.

5) Once Upon a Time Wasn’t All That Long Ago

Once upon a time is never further in the past than last week for Maven, but for Fiona, there have been many onces and many times, and not a few agos. She’s collected more along the way than most folks can count.

Delightful Fable of Fairy Godmothers.

I decided, there not being a collective noun for fairy godmothers, and while an “argument of witches” and “a herd of fairies” or a “frolick of mystical fairies” are acceptable, I decided that a “fable of fairy godmothers” was the correct usage. It sounds a lot better than a “gaggle of fairy godmothers” , and since I am one, I made the executive decision. So there.

Now, for the discerning reader, here is a link to a delightful fable about a fable of fairy godmothers: The Theory and Practice of Fairy-Godmothering, Discussed in an Appropriate Environment, Namely, Over Tea by 

Go there now, and get a clear understanding of the issues that face the magical helper  and her client. An excerpt: “The sparkly tiaras are all very well, but sooner or later your girl is going to have to rule the kingdom while her spouse is off slaughtering the invading hordes, or whatever, and she’s going to have to know how many beans make five, as it were.”

Thank you, el staplador for this Monday morning smile.

 

 

Maven LIVES!

Maven Fairy Godmother: Through the Veil Book 1

Maven Fairy Godmother: Through the Veil Book 1

After many years of work: brainstorming, laughing, writing, rewriting, adding, cutting and polishing, Maven Fairy Godmother: Through the Veil is live and available through MuseItUp Publishing for $5.95 in all e-reader formats.

Maven is that everywoman of a certain age who feels that her life has passed her by, and that she has no options, especially since she is too broke to pay attention. When she gets a job interview call on her dead cellphone, however, things start looking up–who would have thought about becoming a fairy godmother?

But things are not well in Faery, and the more Maven learns, the deeper in she gets. HEre’s a sample:

“Be careful what you ask for,” Maven said, “You just might get it.”

The girl stared at Maven for a moment. She held up her fingers and started counting. “I just want to have (one) the fabulous, romantic evening with (two) the beautiful clothes and (three) the lovely music and (four) the elegant food I didn’t have to cook.” Wistful hope shone on her face even behind the calculations of exactly what kinds of fun girls just want to have. She stuck out her thumb and added, “I was very careful.”

Reflections on where you’ve been

Reflections in early springHow do you know where you are
if you don’t know where you have been?

As I look at the people around me to grant their wishes, I need to know where they have been and what stories they are telling themselves to know how  and even whether to grant their wishes.

We don’t realize that we change, and in some cases, we’ve made big changes, but we don’t notice the progress we are making because we are not where we want to be. It’s hard to know how far you have come on the interstate when there are miles and miles of landscape between you and your destination. Much of it looks the same, unless you take the time to reflect on where you were six months, a year, a decade ago, and see where you are now.

If you think that you should return to the weight you were at 22, think about what you were doing at 22 and think about how much of that you want to do now. I don’t want to go back to walking everywhere I go, and only going to class. But I’m sure I’d be thinner if I walked that much and had to stretch 100 of grocery money to last a month.

What do I have now that I didn’t have then…a reliable car, a house, a computer, a smart phone…car payments, mortgage, phone bills, internet service, a yard to maintain…there are tradeoffs.

Reflection is not just looking back, because the winds of time distort the images, but looking in the mirror to see who is looking back at you.It’s a hard discipline, but learning to smile at the person in the mirror is a lot healthier than frowning and making that person wrong.

I’ve collected a lot of experiences, some story-worthy and some just mundane, but each one has made me who I am through the choices I made and continue to make.

What are the stories you tell yourself about  your past. What if you considered those stories all lies, and started looking at them from a different angle?

You might find that the party never ended, and while the road goes on forever, you took the best side trips and found the places the tourists never went. You might find that what you left behind gave you the freedom and courage to go on, and that what you have carried with you may not be supporting your dreams.

May you see clearly in your own reflection, for you are the fairest in the land, in your own landscape of life.

 

Apprentice Fairy Godmothers

As an apprentice fairy godmother myself, I took a look at how we are presented  across the dividing line between Faery and Fiction. There are two kinds of  godmother apprentices that authors write about:  the deadly serious and the deadly frivolous.

First, we get serious with Baillie Albus, an orphan with nothing but her red cloak, no hope and little to look forward to in her life, except more nasty and brutish. Called to the forest and chosen as a fairy godchild, she is re-named Faenwich, and becomes the apprentice of  the powerful  Marimetsai.

Laura Briggs and Sarah Steinbrenner’s The Fairy Godmother’s Apprentice is the first book of the Dark Woods Trilogy, a YA fantasy that  is dark, revealing the cold-bloodedness of the fae, and the restrictions that the enchantment places on even the most dominant fairies. The other godchildren have their own difficulties, so that Faen finds herself with no true friends, only to her mission to find her human and the trial that they will encounter. In this book, quest has just begun, now that she knows the exact price of magic. Like many trilogies, this part feels unfinished, as though I’m just to the inciting incident of the story, that changes the stakes and starts the rising action.

I’ll likely read the other two books in the series, as I like the writing, although it’s gloomier than my preferences. I like a happy ending, and to me, that means more than one you can walk away from. I also like more of a character arc, as Faen seems not to have much in the way of choices, magically or otherwise, to grow into herself, and she just keeps on keeping on.  I’ve done enough of that too.

The world is well written with layers of conflict and characters to be revealed as the depth of the darkness is fathomed. I’m interested enough to see what wish Faen must grant, though it’s already clear what the price of the wish will be.

On the other side of the deadly fence is Georgia Rhodes, a player from the Fairy Godmother University trying to slide through her final exam with the juiciest bookkeeper on Earth.  Cheryl Sterling’s The Apprentice Fairy Godmother  is a steamy frolic about her escapades when  her client,  a guy who hasn’t been laid in years, bumps into her in the hall. Her chat-speak supervisor, who poofs in as a pink-clad teenybopper,  says the switch is in for another godmother who has a mahjongg tournament, and Georgia just has to make the best of it—and pass the final.

Expecting a simple task, but armed with plastic, ridiculous credit,  and full-tilt internet, she just can’t get her man off her mind, out of his suffocating mother’s control, or away from the meddlesome adolescent daughter who shows up on his doorstep after running away from the ex.  It doesn’t help that he’s named Harrison Ford and built to match.

Georgia’s got everything to lose. Not only is her degree at stake, so is her family, her powers an d her very existence.  But she just doesn’t take no for an answer, even if she’s supposed to say it, and it’s up to her to find her own way out of the mess.  But she has more than one chance to enjoy the ride—lots of steam here for those who like sex as a spectator sport—definitely not for bright eleven-year-olds.

So now I can see that we older girls are still not part of the pantheon except as wise old harpies or valley-girl wannabes. But this  old girl’s got more than one trick up her gossamer.

I don’t know Jack

I’ve been researching about Jack of Beanstalk and Giant-Killing fame.  He’s a typical trickster, using his wits and luck to accomplish his impossible feats. He’s small, wiry, but mostly fearless and smarter than the average giant or king.  He’s often gullible and foolish, forgetting the very good advice he gets from magical helpers, but he gets his own back and more.

Most of the Jack Tales I’ve been able to find are Southern Appalachian folklore, told in the mountain dialects that are the remnants of lowland Scots, the brogue of the folks relocated to Northern Ireland and then the US during the 1700s. They are incongruous, the valiant Jack going to market, but stopping by the house of the king which is located in the village.

He manages to kill a wild boar, a unicorn and a lion–one with a mane like in Africa, not the mane-less catamounts or cougars found in the Appalachians. The king pays him in cash–a total of $1500, and he goes back home to mom, with no princess in tow.

In another story, Jack is on his way to find the North Wind, to stop up the hole it blow through to make himself and his mom more comfortable. On the way he meets a magical man who gives him a tablecloth that provides food, a hen who lays golden eggs and a stick that will beat anything, including a log into firewood.

Of course, Jack loses each of these things to some ruffians along the way, and has to get them back by using the stick to beat the other men until they give his things back. Then it’s back home to Mom. Jack is always described as the youngest son, typical of most folk tales, but generally the other brothers are out with their father hunting or  trading or just away.

Since most of these tales were published in the 20s and 30s, they are not in the public domain and aren’t available free online,and cheapskate that I am, I’m reading through lesson plans for third grade and scholarly articles through the U. of Phoenix library–it’s good to have access. But I don’t  know Jack.

The beanstalk climber is  a thief and a murderer, so that later versions of this story have a fairy tell Jack that all the things he stole were stolen from his own father, and in some cases that he himself is a prince reduced to farming. It seems strange that his mom did not share these details with him, but then, often we don’t tell our kids things they don’t need to know.

I’m reading Boneshaker by Cherie Priest, and part of the conflict there is that the fifteen year old son does not know the truth about his father and his grandfather, one of whom is seen as a hero, and one as a villain. So he’s on a quest, and therefore, so is she. So mjuch of the conflict in relationships is not sharing the information a person needs to know, or knowing what a person needs to know. That’s the conflict that keeps Boneshaker moving, along with the wonderfully detailed steampunk setting.

In the next Maven book, the son of the Jack who climbed the beanstalk is featured, and I’m looking for his further adventures, and what I can use to explore that story, much like Andrew Lloyd Webber did with Into the Woods.  What happens after happily ever after?

Lottery winners are often broke after a couple of years, and so are Ward and his mom, a regional princess brought to poverty and completely unable to cope with it. They are down to a dry cow, and the contents of their cottage–a nice one with glass windows and slate roof, but a cottage none the less.This “jack” is named Edward,but he goes by Ward, and his primary goal is to take care of his mom in such a way that he can escape the farm and see the wider world, and maybe take the miller’s daughter Yz, short for Ysabella, along with him. She has her own problems as we all do,  and while she likes Ward, she has her dad the miller to look after.

So, I’m still working on the Jack stories and looking for the European variants, like the Brave Little Tailor and the Boy Who Knew No Fear for some inspiration of stories to fracture. I don’t yet know Jack.

NewMyths.com – A bright spot in my randomness

Aside

I checked into my gmail this morning to see who might have “encircled” me on g+, and found the smiling face of Scott Barnes, editor of NewMyths.com.

How lucky is that?  So I read a few of the stories there, “Crumbling Butterflies” flash fiction by Joseph Zieja,with a nice illustration by Nathan Wyckoff; “Expiration Dateby Yeoryios Pantazis; and “Cinnamon Sale,” a poem by Johan Jðnsson–all well written and with that deep twist that we all like.

I’m sure I have a tale worth telling to them of one of my adventures. I’ll get busy polishing it up and submit it. They like fantasy, science fiction and mythology, and that is right down my alley. What a great find for a Thursday!