Friday, June 14, 2024

Raquel's Letterbox-In-The-Hedge

Hello dear friends, 

I truly believe that a blog can be a kind of post-office-in-the-hedge. Think of it such as this dear friend. There is a line in the 1993 film version of Little Women when Laurie says, 
"In token of my gratitude and as a means of promoting communication between adjoining nations, shouting from windows being forbidden, I shall provide a post office in our hedge to further encourage the baring of our souls and the telling of our most appalling secrets. I do pledge never to reveal what I receive in confidence here."

Therefore, from this day forward, besides Stillwater ~A Petticoat Society (our little club), I am creating "Raquel's Letterbox-in-the-Hedge." it sounds very English too, doesn't it? Oh, I love it so! Don't you, dear friend? An actual letterbox in the hedge where you can write to me. I wanted to create this because just as i am an introvert, there are moments I've received letters (emails) explaining that many times a comment is warranted. Still, many of my dear readers are like myself, a bit leery about displaying their feelings for the big blue marble to read. Therefore, i wanted to create a safe place for our friendship. I am the constancy of clinging to the old ways of simple and slow life, and one of those specialities is letter writing. I love this little blog, and i will always write it as long as my hands can wield a pen and ink.
However, I believe a place where you can write to me confidently is a niche that remains very much needed in our world—a return of sorts by selecting the best parts of history and reviving them. 
Raquel's Letterbox-In-The-Hedge
P.O. Box 12071
Brooksville, Florida 34603

As of late, I have been undergoing another metamorphosis in my life and feeling the gentle nudge of embodying a slower, more peaceful way of living in terms of media platforms. I have always been an introvert, and yet, the numerous times i have attempted to embrace the world, recently, I have found it more difficult with each passing month. I also have always found it such ease to 'bare my soul' on this ol' blog. I feel at home here, and dare i say out loud, quite safe. That may sound odd, but it's quite true for me. I am leaving little notions for you to find, and conversely. I am most happy you've been drawn here, and perhaps it can be as good and interesting as the description in Chapter 10 of the book Little Women. I feel as tho' i identify my blog and career to Jo gardening her bed, 'never alike for two seasons, always trying experiments.'

"The garden had to be put in order, and each sister had a quarter of the little plot to do what she liked. Hannah used to say, "I'd know which each of them gardens belonged to, ef I see 'em in Chiny," and so she might, for the girls' tastes differed as much as their characters. Meg's had roses, heliotrope, myrtle, and a little orange tree. Jo's bed was never alike two seasons, for she was always trying experiments. This year, it was to be a plantation of sunflowers, the seeds of which cheerful and aspiring plants were to feed Aunt Cockle-top and her family of chicks. Beth had old-fashioned fragrant flowers in her garden, sweet peas and mignonette, larkspur, pinks, pansies, and southernwood, with chickweed for the birds and catnip for the pussies. Amy had a bower in hers, rather small and earwiggy but very pretty to look at, with honeysuckle and morning glories hanging their coloured horns and bells in graceful wreaths all over it, tall white lilies, delicate ferns, and as many brilliant, picturesque plants as would consent to blossom there."-Little Women, Chapter 10

My friend, I have grown weary and tired of trying experiments, yet here i am again, making another attempt. My hope is that 'The Great Creator' sends me the friends i so long to have. I feel tho' that coming home is necessary for me at this juncture in my life. I have always been successful in my writing and painting, and as of late, I've recalled "the Great Creator" nudging me many times with the saying," Why fix something that's not broken." We, as women, mothers, and nurturers' tend to do this. I believe it is in our nature to heal or at least conjure ways of wanting to heal. Therefore, i have also decided the next few months forthcoming to give away three of my bespoke "Little Women" paintings for free.

If you would like to follow me on Instagram, i would love to have you there. I am trying one last time to live according to my little project, thirty days of following my bliss, letting my spirit lead me and Taking Joy. I am reminiscing of the success i previously had with my "Little Women" bespoke paintings and blog writing. I am, in a sense, returning home to my Cottage of Belonging. 

Perhaps the world has displayed too much attention, and I have fallen prey to the pandering snare. The hamster wheel is quite nauseous, and I would like off the ride. Therefore, i am stepping away from so much noise and remaining still by observing and adjusting my social sails. I'm not going anywhere in regards to my blog (and i will remain active on Instagram. Actually, i plan to get back to my writing again with consistency. I must admit the lack of my ability to put together the new blog had me in sorts. It is in the background. However, i have grappled since February with it, and that to me is a sign that i am shoving a square peg into a round hole, and it is not meant to fit. Therefore, for the moment, I have surrendered.

Your kindness has given me the surety to continue speaking of

"The post office box was a capital little institution and flourished wonderfully, for nearly as many queer things passed through it as through the real office. Tragedies and cravats, poetry and pickles, garden seeds and long letters, music and gingerbread, invitations, scoldings and puppies." -Louisa May Alcott

I love Louisa May Alcott; she has been my lifelong friend since the sweet age of eleven when I first read Little Women. If you've ever wondered where the naming of my little custom paintings came from, it is that of Little Women. From the time i was born, my father called me "Little Woman", and knowing that, i have felt it quite endearing and chose to believe it was in reference to such a good book. Is that not what good books do? They change our lives. Books and writing have saved my life many times over. I can be very ill and still must put pen to paper. I can't not write. I've never had a day in my life of writer's block. I will endeavour to touch upon,  chronicle, and reflect upon your comments. I so hope you will love this little mode of communication. I love our little online community. 

Outside, it is cloudy, muggy, and rainy. My common shoe of choice has been my Le Chameau wellies, and several times, i have spoken to Jeffrey Shawn, sounding off that if the weather were a bit cooler, it would be a reminder of England. It is as if I have lived there my whole life. Have you ever felt that you belong somewhere in particular and long to be there but have no solidification as to why the longing is there? I tend to believe it is in our soul. Our higher self draws us back to the place where we belong. 

My flowers are in need of constant water, and equally, tears seem to fall without my knowing why. My finding is that I am expanding, growing, and aligning even more with my inner self. The release of emotions and anger is emptying from my soul and replacing sentiments of forgiveness.

Here at the cottage, we all feel somewhat bruised as we try to get well. My beloved father had a tragic tumble and should soon be on the mend. In addition, Ive had some alarming female health issues. I hope to hear good news soon. Until then, there has been a hole in the fabric of our home life. Everything pertaining to my business and career feels a bit muddled at the moment, and the cottage still requires loads more of uncluttering, and i haven't the vitality to attend to it. The enforced slow pace of the past week has been just the right thing for my frame of mind, and i will continue onwards and upwards, seeking "Take Joy" moments and as a reminder that life is quite precious. I keep pointing in the direction of gratitude and appreciation for all that has been rewarded me.

The most beautiful and nonjudgemental of names for God are "Untangler of Threads" & "The Great Creator." Since i was a wee little lass, i prayed to find common turns of phrases and beautiful words to describe things, and I've found them. In my writing, I've not always been so gentle-natured, more of a pointed person, a porcupine of sorts. I am leaning more toward a softness about me. It feels kinder to me, and i want to be kinder to Raquel.

Most affably yours til my next swim, Razzy 

Tuesday, June 11, 2024

Niggles

Good day, my dear darling mermaid hearts, 

I am so happy to be back to writing to you once again. My heart feels so light and so delighted.
 
"I cannot rest; I must draw, however poor the result, and when I have a bad time come over me, it is a stronger desire than ever and settles on the queerest things." -Beatrix Potter.
Jeffrey Shawn and I have done a tiny bit of gardening. Last evening, as we were watering the corn, we noticed the beautiful golden corn shooting its magical silk, and what a wonder. It is so rewarding growing a lovely garden of flowers and food. 

I have been repainting the cottage walls a pretty green (which I call a little English sweet pea), which reminds me of England and the lovely, quaint, cosy cottages in the countryside. I have it halfway completed. It has been quite busy here, as I have also been working on completing Mum and Dad's little guest room. I built some faux beams; however, those still need to be installed. 

However, I did finish the faux wood technique on all of the trim work, baseboards and crown moulding. I found this pretty light from the Facebook marketplace for $25. It looks as if the original owners turned it into a plug light by adding a lamp kit. However, I disembowelled the entire lamp and removed the kit. It may not look like much, but it is rather stunning and Victorian in its glory. I can't wait to place her in Scarlette Rose Cottage, as it will suit very well. 

I spent last week removing several pieces of furniture from the cottage; therefore, I don't feel so squeezed tightly like Scarlette Rose in the hole of a cypress tree. It was a much-needed pursuit as there was a little bit of a niggle where I thought I needed to release negative energy. I meditated and then sat and painted more on The Tale of the Christmas Bunnies. I have focused on keeping things in my life relatively simple and calming. I am devoted to a simple old way of slow living, and I've made it a purposeful pursuit.

Have a lovely evening. I will chat with you tomorrow. Toodle-Pip!

Most affably yours til my next swim, Razz

 

Wednesday, May 15, 2024

A Letter Home

My dear mermaid hearts, 

I have promised you, dear hearts, a letter. And yet, at times, i feel put upon. I am forever cheered with enthusiasm to share the feelings of my heart and, in so doing, often accosted.
 
I am one to put my emotions in the storefront window. This article is publicising and brings about desperate individuals believing me to be a polemist seeking attention, which I am not; in truth, it is quite the opposite. I am learning to give myself grace, acceptance, and unconditional love. Ye olde Instagram requires rationing. Indeed, my darlings, I have turned a corner and accept full responsibility for my actions and insecurities when I struggled deeply on Instagram. That, my dear hearts, is what an expanded woman does; she learns and grows.
A woman who becomes, over time, a porcupine in nature is most certainly from overexposure to feeling unsafe. Which of the many ladies on Instagram should think that sharing makes her vulnerable or prickly? I understand the prickly women who have become bitter; it is for the knowing they relented in defeatism. My hope is for these women to usher in their strength and return with honouring their truth and set forth the warrior nature that is required to build the earth's return of Christ Consciousness. This understanding is a beautiful notion to look forward to with confidence and delight.
I desire change in our world for ladies and the juxtaposition of remaining graceful, feminine, and safe, which are the considerable dimensions of who she is. There is a delicate cord betwixt the two, and I hope to discover the duality not only for myself but also for my unwavering desire to help others.
 
We all, in a singular fashion, have missions to accomplish. May your letter be often read long after we've left this beautiful world of cornflower skies?
 
May you have a great deal of happiness today in your heart, knowing you are a most exceptional individual. 

(I remain on dear ole’ Instagram, and if you'd like daily little storytime, I share what I am up to each morning. This old blog is still ticking beautifully, and the new blog remains in the works. It's been more toiling than i anticipated.)

Most affably, yours til my next swim, Raquel 

Wednesday, April 24, 2024

A Few Of My Manifestation Success Stories and How I did It!

Good morning, my dear mermaid hearts, 

I am one step closer to launching my new blog. However, I am still not there quite yet. I made several videos for you on youtube for your viewing pleasure in the meantime. Below is one you may like. Pour yourself a cuppa, and let us have a prattle. I hope you enjoy it. Please subscribe and leave me a lovely, juicy comment with more ideas for videos; I would love to help you in any way I can. My love to you always, Razz
 

Thursday, April 4, 2024

Little Women & Mermaidlings Bespoke Original Paintings


On a brisk September day in 2014, I had the beautiful idea to begin painting again after meditation. To be an artist and author has long been my dream since childhood. However, as you understand, my time occupancy had to be diverted to other critical responsibilities, such as raising my dear little children. I now know that all those small crafts and artistic endeavours in designs I would perform were the artist in me attempting to demonstrate my heart's desire. I am happy and most appreciative of those experiences. As a stay-at-home mother who lived as close to a life of little house on the prairie days as possible, I was kept quite busy with tending and mending to little hearts.

As many of you know, on the other side of that life, my family and I had moved briefly to California, and the trajectory of my life as I knew it would escalate to newer and greater heights, along with many viscitudes.

I was also becoming a new person, profoundly desiring to begin creating a life of "Taking Joy." So, in this notion, to fulfil a lifelong dream, I went to a local craft store and bought some plain index cards and some watercolour paints and brushes. I knew I wasn't that talented in painting, {yet} as it had been 37 years since I had picked up a paintbrush. Indeed, I could have been better, but I knew I could become good with practice with a bit of assistance from spirit (The Great Creator). I certainly didn't lack love nor enthusiasm, so I believed then {and now} that a positive mindset would deliver inspired art. It is from the heart; how can it not. I also find it an honour to paint for you. When you request a painting, I deeply ponder delivering an inspired piece of myself along with your vision.
 
Below is a brief description of how I create your paintings from start to finish.
An original custom bespoke painting is 4.5" x 6", and I use 300 pounds of cold-pressed Arches block paper hand torn. Each painting is an original watercolour (not a print), $45 sand dollars with $1.oo for each added item, such as a pet, flower border, etc. After collecting your ideas for what you'd like, I prepared the paper with dyes and tinctures. I then infuse the paper with seaweed, flower tinctures, and floral notes I create from my garden here at the cottage. Below are a few original pieces of my art that I have painted for customers. This gives you an idea of what I can paint for you.
 
I'd like a detailed description of how you'd like your bespoke painting. Feel free to follow my Instagram link to place an order. I would be delighted to paint something for you. 
  
The saltwater is collected from my local rivers and seaside and is charged with rose quartz and moonstone crystals. I know that sending my paintings into the world with a wee bit of magic creates a touch of whimsical charm and love for all those who collect my art.
 
I include a hand-chosen beach combed shell with each painting that I have collected throughout the years as a bygone mermaid
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To help me navigate through your little bespoke painting, please tell me what you desire, and I will do my best to create a lovely piece of art for you to enjoy for years to come.

~ Hair colour and length/ updo or down
~ Skin & or scale tone
~ If you would like to add particular elements such as a pet, flowers, your mermaid or a little woman in an active pursuit such as reading, writing, gardening, borders, etc., please specify that as well. Each addition is $1.
I can paint your loveliest desire, so please feel free to explore your whimsical imagination.

Your Mermaidling/ Little Women parcel ships worldwide through the U.S. postal service in a medium-size photo envelope. 
Please assure me before purchasing if you would like to upgrade your parcel to priority shipping for trailing purposes. 
This upgrade will be $8 within the U.S. and $16 internationally.
Most affably yours til my next swim,
Lady Raquel
Below are just a few of my little originals to give you an idea of my art. 

Here are a few ideas of paintings I have done through the years. 

"Gunner the Miracle Baby" is a piece I painted for Spencer Pratt and his wife Heidi Montag for their first-born son, Gunner, with little hummingbirds.





 

Sunday, March 24, 2024

A Not-So-Grand Time Of Those Gone Before & Happy News


Hello, my dear mermaid hearts,

This morning, I made another video for you on YouTube. I've been uploading unfailingly about the law of assumption and my mermaid cottage core lifestyle. If that interests you, I know you would love to subscribe. During the day, I visit the seaside, and in the evenings, I toil away on my new-fangled web design once everyone has settled in for the evening. I am entirely enjoying the moments of solitude. It has been bucketing down; therefore, i have been remaining indoors and have lit all of the kerosene lamps. I love how they flicker about bouncing off the cottage walls; it is such a heavenly delight, and the kittens are also bemused by them. I appreciate the fortes i am blessed with, and even when difficulties have strewn about, the Great Spiritual Creator has always guided me true north. 

This morning, as I meditated, i thought about all the beautiful notions that are unique gifts. There are many of us quite prone to constantly look outside at the world beyond us and catch our eyes upon others' gardens rather than tending our own. It all goes by so fast, and this life deserves to be remembered. Some would argue that being interested in the lives of others is a subjective notion; one woman's entertainment is another woman's outrageous and wasteful behaviour. 

At present, perhaps that is how the abundant weeds grow, for we've lost sight of the beauty of where we stand as women. It takes quite a woman to remove the distractions and begin to dive deep into the failings of our lives, and quite truthfully, this is why many women sustain the refusal to do so. It is of utmost difficulty to unravel the kitten's yarn ball of knottiness. Speaking of gardens, how often do gardening duties seem to escape us, or we've outright avoided them only to realise the vines and weeds have run wild.

Work is closing in on us like an abandoned cottage in the thicket, no longer capable of seeing through the windows. The realisation is that now there is even more internal work to accomplish. Yet, we've utilised many distractions rather than viewing our own lives by taking inventory, and now we are bound to occupy wasteful nonsense on stilts. This wastefulness is a tremendous travesty, for whilst we're focused on everyone else, those folks relish in their manifested demonstrations. The loop continues, and we evade our proper purposes as women and artists.

I've begun posting new videos on YouTube again, as I feel called to help spread my mermaid message of allowing women to rise to their true callings on the earth.

I wrote down all of the fun projects that i plan to have fun accomplishing for the year, and oh my, what a "Take Joy" moment I am having. I spend my time mostly quietly living out a cottage core lifestyle of spirituality and enjoying our little cottage. There were moments last year that had me in quite a conundrum. I was curious to know if we were coming or going, moving or not moving. This particular matter can be quite a displeasurable experience for an artist and, if permitted, can take a toll on oneself if we allow it. Don't you agree? Indecision is a fiddly thing, is it not?

Neville Goddard (or Daddy Neville, as i like to tease) spoke many times about folks in the field of spirituality; nearly all the content should be free. Neville did, however, allow for offerings or donations. Although they were not mandatory. He made the bulk of his money from his book sales, and he had an inheritance from his family's fortune. It should be free. He often said in his lectures that if someone is charging for spirituality (other than books or meetings where you can offer a donation to cover vendor locations), one should run for the hills. I agree, and Neville also states that this is how you can spot a phoney. That doesn't apply to an artist making a living; I'm speaking of spirituality and the religious kind. Spirituality is free and remains as such. In my desire and dream of creating The Carter Settlement, where folks will come to visit, enjoy tea and a lovely luncheon at the tea room, i plan to be financially independent (relying on my book sales, sale items, art, etc., and donations to the non-profit) I will not charge a fee. I do place ads on my YouTube videos, which is also acceptable. YouTube is a free platform. Please, my darlings, understand this is merely my opinion. Still, it is a wise way of settling my mindfulness and remaining true to my craft of transparency and centredness. 

In the olden times, spiritual folks were wise beyond most folks, and therefore, the authorities convinced the ordinary people that the spiritual folks, seers, and chosen ones were terrible. One must be cautious of them, and shunning them was best. In addition, spiritual teachers were admonished by the hierarchy to leave all their possessions, homes, and desires, claiming that being free of their ego is the way to help others. This tactic was another way to keep true spiritual leaders from prospering and have valid voices of profound abilities to support the movement of coming into oneself. That way, the leaders and those upon a pedestal had a way of keeping the wise, spiritually-minded folks under control and submission. It has worked and still does in many parts of the world, especially on lower dimensions of vibration. The exciting thing is I've had a near-death experience, and I know (not hearsay) that when we pass and transition from this world, many will be stunned to know it's not as severe as they think. Many will ponder to themselves, that's all it is, and i made such a big deal about religion, etc., but you can tell many people that, and yet they want no part of the truth; they want lies to their faces, pretending to be truths because that keeps them comfortable and unchanging. Many are called, and few are chosen because many refuse to do the work. Shame. Let's be honest: if a spiritual person has no financial independence, wealth, possessions or leadership, most people of large crowds will not listen to them. It is the popular ones the crowds listen to; this was a brilliant mind-controlling tactic, and it has worked for thousands of years worldwide. One will listen to someone as such, and this, my friends, is how the leaders kept the elevated vibrationally aligned people under submission and control. They created fear in them and continually reminded the people that to be among the meek, one must leave the world behind, and they shall inherit the earth. Bullocks! They spoon-fed Christians, and the meek and weak ate it by the cauldrons full. 

The other day, I narrated The Tale of Merrymaid Scarlette Rose and uploaded it to my YouTube channel; here is the link for you, my dear hearts. All we must do is remember we lean unto our Mermaid Inner Being, and it will lead us properly.

I have been writing the manuscript for The Little Mermaid's Transformational Tale, and many scales/ chapters are rising that I am going to share in the book. One belief I had for such a long time until I changed my belief system was that money equalled struggle, and it makes perfect sense why i would spend decades floundering to create an incredible income for myself. Thank goodness those days are behind me. Nothing feels worse than not being able to independently care for myself. I had that deep belief that I needed a man to save me, and that cycle kept swimming around me for entirely too long. Again, this is why I wholeheartedly know a woman must change her belief system. I've never struggled to make money, but where my belief of scarcity evolved was most definitely going back to my childhood. It's not always the fault of one parent; often, women use that role to their advantage because some women use the upper hand of remaining a perpetual damsel in distress; therefore, everyone must rescue her. Well, I am a woman who no longer needs to be rescued. I shed the scales of the woman I once was, and she no longer exists. If we are to BE the woman we desire, we must BE that woman in the NOW.

Act As If," as Neville Goddard writes in his books. My rescuer is the Great Creator. I want women to know their significance and utilise their strength. We are women, and we possess the power to create a human; therefore, there is nothing we can't do. This isn't a speech on the hilltop of feminism; it is a calling of mermaids. We are changing this world as we know it. We are creating an entirely new world. The changing of beliefs was the first thing I transformed in my new assumption tract. My darlings, if we do not modify our beliefs, we will struggle all our lives. Once we change the belief, we change the outcome.

We are always young enough to change and achieve our dreams. I do not care if you're one foot in the watery grave; you still have a choice. What is yours going to be? You'll return, reincarnate, and do it all again. My dear friend that could not sound more unreasonable to the aerials. 

Several years ago, I did internal reverse engineering; therefore, I won't bore you to the olympic degree; however, I hope to assist you in showing you how to change your money beliefs for good and sustaining those beliefs for the rest of your life. You can look into your life and realise how you feel about money. Do you feel abundant? Are you abundant? If you are financially secure (not on your spouse, but you as a woman), do you feel like a meiser, constantly trying to save money? Do you feel unworthy of having cash and either hoard cash and never do anything with your money that would fulfil your childhood dreams, or do you constantly rid yourself of your money because having money feels petrifying? Continually spending is a sign of a worthiness issue. If you don't feel worthy of having and possessing financial prosperity, you will subconsciously spend every penny. The other state of mind is also a sign of low self-worth. Are you constantly telling yourself I can't afford that, that's too expensive, etc? I'm not sure about you, but when I accepted that I was always making excuses for myself or blaming others, I was sick and tired of my predicament. When i divorced my ex-mate, i could easily make perfect money, though my self-worth got in the way, and I recycled olde stories until I reprogrammed my subconscious mind. It would eventually revert to me having an empty bank account. It's never how much a person has or makes; the self-belief that the person holds is crucial to change. 

I am so very much looking forward to us as Stillwater~A Petticoat Society and all of the ways we will make the world magical—a world of discovery, magic, fairytales, and happiness. You should think yourself lucky. "Take Joy," my dear hearts. I love you!

Most affably yours til my next swim, Razz

Saturday, February 10, 2024

A Supernumerary Of Projects


My Shiny New Blog Design Plans, Ye Olde YouTube News, Beatrix Potter and Me, A New Little Book; The Tale of Sybrena Ewe And Louis Vuitton Agendas 

My oh my dear mermaid hearts, 
If you've been on ye olde blog as of late, you've seen the mischievous makings of my attempts to hire a website designer to add Adsense to my blog. It failed miserably (no offence to the dear lass who did the work as she did what she promised); however, I am hopeful and have plans to create a whole new blog. However, I will continue to put posts on this template, and all of my other posts are still here, just as before. I plan to hire someone to do the coding, but I'll do the rest, such as the design using my old-timey paintings to make the blog look like an old-fashioned Victorian newspaper with mermaids galore. I purchased some fonts that are stunning that I'll use as well. Below is my inspiration for what I am striving for, obviously, with my sketches, designs, header, and drop-downs. I will paint and create the entirety of it from the ground up because if there's something I learned many years ago, do most things yourself; that way, you know you'll have it the way you like it. I love my old template, but there was a problem with that template as my reading audience grew. I didn't have a drop-down with the different pages, which was a constant issue. This lack of option posed a matter when folks would search on ye olde blog for a post and could never go directly and find my Amazon book links or items for shopping in my little store. Remember, there's nothing that a determined woman can't execute. I do believe it is perfectly fine to ask for help, but try to do most things for yourself; it makes for an independent and strong woman. Of course, take this with a pinch of salt my dears when I am speaking of arduous tasks that a broad-shouldered, handsome man can do much better always allow them to show their strength. If I never prune a Bougenvilla, dig a hole for a large oak tree or cut tile, I will forever be a well-chuffed lass. I have nothing to prove, so let's not get it twisted, my fruit, I'm not drinking seawater. 
My plate is full and tight as dicks hat band, and I am trying to keep it all in hand; however, if I am being transparent here, I'm not happy bag ragdoll Annie all of the time. 

I'm sketching every time I have a moment. I have finally settled into beginning the Louis Vuitton Agenda planner kits. They will be PDF printables with my cheery planner pages. They will be comparable to the A4, and larger agenda (Louis Vuitton) size but mainly, you will be able to adjust a hole punch (i use this one for my Louis Vuitton agenda) to make it fit your agenda, planner or Franklin Covey. I do understand not everyone has gone off and are mad (like me) who spends 680-1200 dollars on a Louis Vuitton Agenda. My LV collection is, for me, considered a worthwhile investment, so I have no qualms about spending that kind of money. A woman's planner, calendar, handbag, wallet, makeup pouch, etc., is something a woman always has to have. To spend a fraction every few years on a no-name bag or less expensive brand is purely a waste to me. My darlings that's my opinion, on the matter. To invest in quality items is very English, and my folks taught my siblings and me to always choose quality over quantity every time. 

It has been frigid in the cottage lately, so I've pulled out my trusty Victorian English water bottle. I collected mine from a sweet little Etsy shoppe from England. 

I thought I would write a little about The Tale of Sawyer Lamb, and why it took me over three years to self-publish it, although I wrote the book in less than four hours and quite literally shortly after Sawyer passed. The illustrations came later.

I would venture to guess what Beatrix Potter felt when writing her books before she had her very own home at Hilltop. I had to use different locations and homes from my actual childhood and from my imagination because I am not in my forever home as of yet. I have the vision for it, and that is where it lies until the actuality of the demonstrated measure of manifestation. 

I wrote the book (The Tale of Sawyer Lamb); upon the onset of when Sawyer passed. I knew in my soul (and those videos remain on my YouTube from back then) that I had to find a way for his death not to be in vain. For whatever reason, I recorded myself in a YouTube video quite shortly after I received the call. I also wanted to write a little children's book so that it may help others teach their children about death and write it in a lovely way which doesn't entail violence. I think there is a bit of apprehension in folks before buying the storybook, and I discovered this when I was a vendor of Heritage Days back in December when I sold my books, oils, paintings, etc. I say this because when I made mention of the book, the folks demonstrated physical uneasiness. I assured them oh no, it's a lovely book about my son's passing, and it's not a ferocious tale, but in fact, it's rather charming. If you have ever read Beatrix Potter's books, most specifically The Tale of Jemima Puddle-Duck, think of when the dogs came to the rescue of Jemima and took care of the whiskered-tailed gentleman.
 
When something so profoundly horrific happens to a person (as I'm sure you've seen and heard many times), the parent or survivors want to make a difference. It is our way of helping to facilitate our healing. It gives us purpose and a way to create a difference in the world. I want the world to remember my boy Sawyer. I have devoted my remaining years to helping mothers, women and children. It makes me so happy and tickled beyond measure to create a life of fairytale magic, writing books and painting. I am also fulfilling my little girl's dreams. 

As of late, as you know, I am getting sheep, and I spent last year on Sawyer's book all about sheep, so the next manuscript that I have been writing is called "The Tale of Sybrena Ewe" and is strongly calling my name, and so I write. It's been in my queue for a while now, but as of late, it's taking precedence in my mind. I know when this happens, it is the great creator intuitively guiding me. I don't always understand the reason, but I heed the call. I spoke with Bette from Stone Arches Bed and Breakfast to give her the lovely news that I am using her little cottage as Lucinda's home in the book. The cottage's name is Fernwood Thistletop. Isn't that name sweet and utterly charming? 

Most Affably, yours til my next swim, Razzy

Tuesday, February 6, 2024

I Am Getting A New Website! Bear With Me!

This blog template is quite daft; however, I am toiling away at things behind the scenes, so bear with me. We shall soon have a new-fangled shiny blog! 

Wednesday, January 31, 2024

The Cobbled Together Bathroom Progress, Elegant Economy And A Bit Of Advice For Women's Mental Health



"I cannot rest; I must draw, however poor the result, and when I have a bad time come over me, it is a stronger desire than ever. For quiet, solitary and observant children create their own world and live in it, nourishing their imaginations on the material at hand.”~Beatrix Potter

Hello, my dear mermaid hearts, 
As of late, I’m working around the clock to keep me and my betrothed out of the Victorian workhouse.

Most recently, I've learned a bit more about myself, and I must confess that as I have stayed sat in one attitude, I am most proud and deserve the word. I realised how much I've grown and progressed in the state of affairs when it pertains to cutting things off at the crosswalk, for as much as many may not like it, I am quite severe on my own sex, and my timing has become matchless.

Women can be quite dodgy (because of deep insecurities and perpetuated jealousy), and whereas I'm not here polishing a halo, I am forthright in my ethics as well as my ability to summon things as I see them. Life is entirely too precious to waste our time, allowing other women to take us apart like clocks. If you feel a pull that someone is gossiping or talking backwards nonsense, let them go, my darlings. Absolutely, let them go about their lives and make haste when performing such matters. There is no need to take vengeful action; allow karma to take its course at its perfect timing; this way, we do not heap like coal reverse karmic debt upon our own heads. I am contemplating making a video for YouTube all about the details of how karmic universal law works. I've yet to see anyone know it as well as I do, much less explain it properly and accurately. And while I am at it, I am planning a video all about forgiveness and how Neville Goddard squares this extremely controversial subject up in such a perfect way that there'll be no need ever to have it explained again. Yet, I most undoubtedly will speak about it because repetition (at nausea) is the best way to assist someone in understanding a subject. Most folks do not change unless one thing occurs, and that is to understand something. People fear what they do not comprehend. It's okay, my darlings; I'll die on the hill, or the sword, or any other accoutrement you'd like to toss my way as sharing my views on the points of life is my forte; no one is better than I rest assured.

Yes, I speak with authority and experience on the matter. I've also exercised (most recently) my psychic abilities in receiving downloads to understand it from a universal (Collective Consciousness) perspective. The knowledge will assist in my helping women feel proud and confident.

This week, I uploaded several videos on ye olde YouTube in reference to which I am speaking. I’m a writer; therefore, my employment is to make notions convincing as well as be as truthful and complete of transparency as i possibly can, whilst also refraining from intimate exposure as i am consciously aware there are some dodgy folks in our realm too.

My painting and new little storybooks are swimming along nicely, and my folk's little bathroom is taking shape rather superbly, too.
These are the progress images. Much has changed even from now. However, I wanted you to see what ole' Razz has been getting up to as of late.  

This window is framed outside of the original. I am on a budget for my parent's cottage bath; therefore, rather than install a new window, I opted for a frame, and I will place stained glass and candles that are battery-lit behind the window. 


When I've accomplished a few more of the particulars, i will share images and links in case you are interested in the Victorian sources. For now, though, here are a few progress images. 

Have I told you most recently how much i love writing, painting, farming and slow living? I've found my house of belonging. I suppose the reason for sharing my appreciation for the excellent life is rather a vital notion to testify of, for we know life can be challenging sometimes. Therefore, it is essential to be grateful and show forth that to the universal spirit, which will give us a return tenfold on our gratitude. I informed Jeffrey Shawn yesterday that’s why I fall into an olde-fashioned, cottage core slow living way of life. I find romanticising my life and playing house in a cosy Victorian fairytale cottage such an escape. I am rather fond of isolation, and it indeed has valuable benefits. To be alone is quite normal, an attribute for a Pisces Sun, Cancer moon and Sagittarius rising. However, Pisces also needs change. In fact, we thrive on change. Oftentimes, I've heard folks complain that Pisces are unmanageable because we are onto many different paths seemingly all at once. I want to dispel this myth; we are indeed flowing in opposite directions; however, that makes for a very unpredictable multi, multi-faceted mermaid. She's quite unpredictable as she possesses all of the signs of the zodiac rolled into one. If you have a Pisces in your life, know full well we are magnificent beings. We have too long received opinions about ourselves that i consider backwards nonsense. Well, note that those olde beliefs went out with the babies' bathwater long ago. 

I must confess, having a life that is slow living and focused on a timey life comes very naturally to me. Jeffrey Shawn said once that i honestly had to have been born in another time, reincarnated many times. I agree with him. I've always known that about myself.  In my previous marriage, i would most often have a difficult go of things because my deepest innate desire (even from childhood) was to live on a little farm with chickens, bunnies, and sheep, walk, garden, write novels, self-help and children’s storybooks, living a lifestyle like Tasha Tudor, painting and writing, modelling the tone of Beatrix Potter. I am living that little dream. For many years, I was told by others not to “big myself up” about achieving and manifesting my demonstrated goals, and I now find that quite displeasing. Let us share with others the knowledge that they, too, can also achieve their dreams as well. If we remain quiet all our lives, we will not be an example to other beautiful women that dreams do indeed come to fruition.

"We cannot stay home all our lives; we must present ourselves to the world, and we must look upon it as an adventure. What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit world of childhood?"~Beatrix Potter

I have closed down (for the interim) my Patreon; however, I have placed all of those videos onto my YouTube channel for you to enjoy for free. Here is the link. I would ask that if you feel any resonance with my content either here on ye olde blog or my YouTube channel, would you please subscribe? Subscribe to my email list and or subscribe to my YouTube channel. It is free, and you can unsubscribe any time you like.

Most affably yours til' my next swim, Razz

Wednesday, January 10, 2024

How To Sew A Tasha Tudor Apron, And How To Wear A Tasha Tudor Scarf

Hello, my dear mermaid hearts, 

I am working on a video for making a Tasha Tudor apron and a bonnet (which I wear daily around my farm). I know Tasha wore a scarf, so I'll show you exactly how to create a darling updo, just like Tasha. I'll also have several of the scarfs with the exact prints she donned (the same company Tasha bought from), which was her signature look. I will have a selected few available for purchase; therefore, look boldly to that, my darlings.
I will also be diving deep into one's voyage of how to have the self-confidence to embody the life Tasha (and myself) dress and live. A little hint: it's not merely putting on the clothes for a day of cosplay photos for Instagram. It is an absolute mindset that requires many things to become the woman you wish to be; nonetheless, don't fret, my darlings; I am here to guide you on your pilgrimage. The great focus I will concentrate on is embarking on the style of Tasha's (and my) clothing and wearing them daily. 

It's a place where women feel safe sharing and building relationships with one another whilst also having like-minded ambitions. I am incredibly proud of our Stillwater- A Petticoat Society because you don't have to be any religion, and there is a placidness for feeling we are all in this thing called life together, for we are friends. Thank you for supporting my work. I am very appreciative. I love you each very, very much!
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A mischievous and disobedient young Mermaid, Scarlette Rose, is chased about the water garden of the antagonist, Sir Mr Barbaric. Finally, she escapes and returns home to her mother, who puts her to bed after dosing her with tea. It is a tale that encourages following one's heart, seeking joy and trust in ourselves. Hence, if we believe in our power, we will always find our way home {true north}. It is also a tale of sowing and reaping and is derivative of The Tale of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter.

Sawyer and Johnny Lamb are sent away on a spirited adventure where they become lost on the way to town. The butcher takes Sawyer Lamb in, who has already stolen another lamb (Briar Rose), and the butcher's intentions are less altruistic than the lambs expect, and things go off course.

Have a lovely day, my friends.

Most affably yours til' my next swim, Razz

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