May good luck pursue you each morning and night. ~Irish Blessing
These little pouches for my little treasures have been a very long time coming. Ideas in my head, fabric pieces and ribbons matched and sitting on my creative table for weeks now.
I had hoped to have had one made for Ess for her birthday last month, or at least Christmas.
However considering that fly agarics are a symbol of good luck, I find this time of year a very apt time to have made and delivered them to waiting hands.
The bags have been eagerly filled with little Crayola Pip Squeaks - a Christmas gift from Grandad.
As a child I remember one of my jobs being pulling clover from our front lawn. I sat on the hard prickly buffalo grass, along with my siblings, and with greening hands and tiring minds we searched for and removed clover, over and over. It was an arduous task made a little lighter by searching for four-leaf clover which we knew would bring us good luck. No-one realised just how much more luck we would have bestowed upon us if the find was unexpected, a little more accidental than as a result of our ardent hunt. I don't recall ever having found a four leaf clover. I certainly never found one as beautiful as this.
If I had known that finding a fly agaric in our front lawn was a possibility my searches for luck would have been much greater. But alas, they were not to be. To this day I have not seen one in real life. I know I need to travel to colder climes in Autumn. My mum often found little mushrooms where fairies had been tea-partying overnight, however they were just little white toadstools, nothing so thrilling as red fly agarics with knobbly white spots all over them.