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Why I Changed The Name Of My Non~Profit To The Carter Settlement

Wednesday, October 16, 2019

My dear friends, 

Good Morning. Well, as of Monday, Jeffrey and I are safely put in our new 'temporary' home. When Jeffrey and I drove to our little hometown for the first time, with the car loaded of all we owned, we knew this was surely going to be an enjoyable little adventure.

This morning I am having a cup of earl grey tea, and a piece of pumpkin cake. I'm curious as to what type of loose leaf teas you're fond of? Have you found one that is especially reminiscent of England? Please share with me, as I am in a much smaller town and I think I may have to order my teas online for now on. 

6 Guaranteed Reasons I Won't Be Reading Your Blog

Sunday, October 13, 2019
My dear friends, 

I know, I know! The audacity in the that there title. Pffftt! You know I heard ya girlfriend. Heh, just goshin' ya. If you are anything like me, and your brain doesn't have an "off" button, we are genuinely friends, here. Okay! I'm getting on with it, geezzzzeee.

How To Build Your Brand Like Beatrix Potter

Saturday, October 12, 2019

My dear friends,

Hello Hello! I have been speedily packing the POD, and we will be gone from our home in less than 24 hours. It seems unreal. I am indeed satisfied with my life currently, but very eager for all of the new adventures that are bubbling up for the gardener and me. I am excited to share all of it with you. I was thinking this morning after my meditation practice of how fun it will be when I take you along to start searching for our forever property. 

Let Go Of The Oars

Friday, October 4, 2019
My dear friends, 

I have tea in hand. I am sipping Earl Grey and one last nibble of my pumpkin spice cookies that I baked a few days ago. I was desperate for some pumpkin spice chai, too, but the store was utterly sold out.

Pleasurable Elements About Tasha Tudor {And Apple Torte Recipe}

Wednesday, October 2, 2019
My dear friends, 

I thought today would be a lovely time to spend a few minutes sending out some inspiration in consideration of living a joyful life. To relish in the simple, quiet moments of what I am presently pondering.

Mermaid Hair The Victorian Way

Sunday, September 29, 2019

My dear friends, 

I have wanted to do this post for quite some time. However, all things accordingly tend to give way at the surface edge in perfect timing, yes?

Mermaids don't live by watches, as the human folks do. {Smile} We do, however, use sands of an hourglass. 

Transforming My Life Into A Victorian Lady

Thursday, September 26, 2019

My dear friends,

As I have contemplated about what to write, I thought that to keep you abreast of what manner of pursuits I have been experiencing is a delightful way to share on this here ol' blog. For some reason, I feel more connected to you ladies in this atmosphere. I'm curious if I'm the only one. For us to be real friends, we must share life experiences, yes? 

Pottering About With The Stafford's

Tuesday, September 24, 2019
My dear friends,

I am still in my nightgown, sitting up in bed with our snuggly down feather blanket, very excited about the Autumn season upon us. I have been resting since arriving home yesterday from all of the scheduled events of a funeral. I have heard that funerals mentally and physically wear you out, I believe that sentiment wholeheartedly.

Blogging Is Not Dead Or Unwell {Mermaids See Through Muddied Water With Laser Vision}

Monday, September 23, 2019

My dear friends, 

I had an entirely different post planned; however, we received news that my dear beloved gardeners littlest brother had passed away, so we attended his services over the weekend. I just returned home and wanted to post this entry. I still wanted to write, as writing is always a tonic for me in my life. I think the topic of blogging is always a good one, so shall we discuss? {smile}


I am one to believe that if other women are such as myself, I too, love to read blogs, especially those ones that are still personal and consistent. I just checked two blogs yesterday evening that I enjoyed reading and realised that the authors closed them down. I was a bit saddened by it. It caused me to reflect on the topic of blogging and ask myself is blogging indeed, dead? I happen to feel a bit forlorn, as I haven't found but three blogs that I visit regularly. The rest of the ones I used to visit have become all advertising, and I no longer feel a connection to the author. Now~ don't mistake my verbal intention when I say that. I think you should create revenue, I surely have. However, I try and keep my approach affable. There is nothing worse to me than feeling like "I want your email so I can sell you rubbage." Once again, we don't have to thrust goods down peoples throats. People are brainy and can smell inauthenticity a mile away.  

Has blogging changed and expanded? Absolutely! I am ever the wise one by acknowledging that blogging is not like it was when I first began thirteen years ago. That does not deter me, in fact, if it does anything, It makes me want to stand out and remain steadfast in my desire to have an active and joyful blog. I find it very interesting that many folks that had blogs or even still have thriving blogs have become disheartened by them. It reveals to me that when people aren't receiving an immediate reward for what they are doing with comments, accolades, followers and swarms of folks waiting on their next blog post, they become peppery and jump on the bandwagon of giving up blogging. I think this is precisely showing someone like myself that if you are doing something for the wrong reasons, you will eventually bottom out. Meaning that even if someone is a successful blogger with regards to making really great money from their blog, but are no longer doing it for the passion, the content and the vibration behind the blog will eventually go bust. That's my opinion with almost anything in life. I have felt the vibrations myself. For instance, when I would create a painting, but my reverberation wasn't behind it, I wouldn't attract the right person to buy it. It would then sit in a pile of unsold art. I eventually burned all my verberation art that was painted that wasn't energetically uplifting to me. I have the memories of them, and it has created the type of artist and writer within, that unless I am utterly inspired and wild horses can't keep me from writing or painting, I will not do it at all. 

Blogging becomes hard when we push against it. We try to grind it out because we have deadlines or create restrictions on ourselves, thus giving our sponsors the idea that they too can place restrictions on us because its called "business."
I think it's so exciting that some of the trendy bloggers that have thousands upon thousands of page views and loads of sponsorships still complain that things aren't going as they planned. I suppose I could retort by saying, " All things are a reflection of the law of attraction. I love living in the moment and being anticipatory of how my next sponsor or customer will come. It gets me very excited. Too often, the bloggers that felt they had the blogosphere figured out rested on their laurels of having a great blog and audience. And now, many years down the road I have visited these blogs, with complaints of it no longer being the days of old~fashioned blogging or they have closed down their blogs.

I think when something like this occurs, It is once again testing to see who has the character for the long haul. When you build character on the understanding that the old cliche of having fun doing what you love and the money will come, still tests true. In all sincerity, I believe that with all things.

All things come in seasons. When I had my blog years ago, I was in the season of raising four children. However, my content hasn't changed. Why? Because I am a writer and writer's write. It's as plain as that. When I was raising my children, I still made time to blog and write every single day. Longhand. With pen and ink. As a matter of fact,  when we feel a passion for doing something, it flows easily, and when it's not flowing smoothly, that is NOT the time to push harder. It's time to stop and just allow, take inventory, dive deep into understanding what the Universe/God/Source is trying to tell you. Even as a blogger, we are learning expansion.

In the day and age with influencer and Instagram {mostly}, I think women tend to get caught up. I think the folks that have a tendency to think Instagram is wreaking havoc on the self-worth of girls and other women are the exact ones that Instagram is actually creating an expansion in. If something such as Instagram has no effect on you, you won't view it in the same way as others. It won't hurt your feelings, cause you to self loathe, nor will comparison set in. Furthermore, It's a high light reel for most users. Whether it ever goes away or not should be of no consequence, but to some that have put entirely too much significance into it, it will cause them to lose a grip when the bottom falls out of their revenue. Have you noticed the amount of sponsored posts, advertising that is on social media? If not, you most likely don't have social media. I put out quotes on Facebook, but I, by all means, don't feel threatened to keep social media in order for me to build wealth. If anything, I think blogging is much better of a platform to use. I think bloggers are much more transparent than folks on social media. Yes, I am reflecting on my own experiences. I remember when I became obsessed with Instagram, and I soon realised that after deleting my account, one person out of a few thousand actually sought me out to see where I had disappeared to. Many of these Instagram gals are going to have a metaphorical knocking about the head when they realise one day they put all of their eggs in one basket and there's no egg delivery when they all get broken. I sound like a sour puss, and perhaps I still a little chip on my shoulder. I thought a few of the women I was friendly with were actually my "dear friends" only to realise that I didn't even know their real names. I am absolutely serious when I say that. 

I have had folks tell me at one time or another, I need to write towards my audience, and I need to stay on one or two topics to get the traffic I need for my numbers. I don't agree with this at all. I look at it like I do with all matters of the heart. You will vibrationally attract what you feel you deserve and how you are vibrating energetically, and that pertains to real life, with what type of people you spend your time with, who you meet in the grocery store, who you happen to make eye contact with at the stoplight, and what folks find my blog or your blog. I will attract the right people for me. We must get to the point of being confident in all regards to what we are doing. I think you can gather I am one for taking ownership, including being a blogger. Isn't that an interesting perspective? I believe so often most people don't recognise or understand that every single thing in our lives is intertwined. Everything relates to one another.

We must adjust our vision to see things the way a real mermaid would see them. When the rest of the world sees life through a blurred image, we must rise up and become the leaders of the world.

"The ones that are crazy enough to believe they can change the world are the ones who do."

Are you a blogger? Do you read the old~fashioned blogs? Perhaps you might share some here in the comment section.

Most affably yours til my next swim, Raquelxxx 

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My Old~Fashioned Victorian Sourdough Starter and Bread Recipe {Receipt}

Thursday, September 19, 2019

 My dear friends, 

I hope you are well. I have tea in hand and some pumpkin tea snaps. It never fails that when fall sets in, and the air is brisk in the evenings, I can not get enough of anything pumpkin flavoured. The only thing that I am not mainly in favour of is a pumpkin candle. Halloween is my most favourite holiday. What is your most favoured jubilee? I begin holiday music in October. If I am making festivity gifts, I will inevitably put on A Happy Victorian Christmas or Enya holiday, to encourage my frame of mind.

How I Make {DIY} My Victorian Notebooks And Organize Manuscripts

Thursday, September 12, 2019
 My dear friends,

My oh my! I was out today snipping away at the creeping fig on the cottage to keep it tidy and adorable, especially since we still have many folks each day looking at the house. We had three showings today, two yesterday and five offers. I am hopeful one sticks, and we sell promptly. I love our little home, but I feel a fresh start is due for my Beloved Gardener and I.  

A True Mermaid Doesn't Care About Social Media Nor The Opinions Of Others


My dear friends,

I am having a cup of cold tea, while I write this morning. As I was meditating and jotting down some beautiful analogies for my autobiography book, "The Little Mermaid's Transformational Tale", I thought I might share with you a few thoughts on social media and why perhaps the opinions of others towards some folks hold meaning. 

Our Emotional Scales Are Unfailingly Our Vibrational Touchstones

Saturday, September 7, 2019

My dear friends, 

I thought to share a little story with you. I just made the long jaunt to the nearest UPS store to mail several of my Mermaidlings/Little Women paintings, and as you know, I am using Poppins, my bicycle. 

I awoke bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, placed my hair in a side updo, and pinned it with many kirby grips, to keep those little stray hairs from falling into my eyes while riding. I had readily prepared by searching the internet to see what time the store opened. I was all set, and away I went. Upon arriving at the store, I noticed a little note taped upon the front of the glass door, which read "No internet." I parked Poppins {my bicycle} to the side, placed her kickstand down and walked inside. I noticed the lights were on, so I was hopeful in the shipping of said packages. 

Upon entering the store, a charming curly, sandy blond-haired girl was leaning in a chair, playing on her cellular phone with her legs kicked up on a small table. A brusque man was sitting behind the counter with his legs also kicked up on a table. I asked if I might mail some packages with which he replied, "No, our internet is down." I said, okay. He responded, it'll be back on this afternoon, or you can go down the road to the next UPS store and use theirs. I replied, "I am on a bicycle". Oh, he said. I walked out and was standing at the window while I contemplated my subsequent step. I asked myself, "Should I just go home or try and bicycle two and a half more miles to the nearest USPS?"

I then walked back in and asked if I might buy a booklet of stamps. I was holding my reticule, and I knew I had sufficient cash for a brochure of stamps if I were buying from the USPS, and I also had my debit cards. The man behind the counter said no, I can't sell them to you. I walked out, and immediately the spritely young gal came out and said, " We actually can sell you a book of stamps". I said, oh, good thank you. She held out the stamps and then said, "That will be 9.24". I had the funds for a booklet that generally costs me 8 at the USPS. I didn't realise how much more their prices were, so I offered my debit card. The man didn't look up, and the young girl said, "Can we take her debit card when he replied no, "OUR INTERNET IS DOWN."

I looked squarely at him and said, "I think you should close your store." He pointed to the sign on the door and said I have a note, so why would I do that? I said, "Because you aren't capable of serving your patrons." He said, "Well, have a good day." I said, "Thank you." At that moment, I nearly broke down in tears, but I mustered inner strength, gathered myself together and peddled back home. Even though it was a bit longer, I took the scenic route. I knew that if I were able to enjoy the scenery, I would talk myself right back into a fabulous mood, which I did. I was out of breath, and to clarify my state of affairs, I live in Florida, where the temperature felt like one hundred and seven degrees, and I was wearing a dress with a corset, so my defences were down. I made it back home, rifled through my billfold and retrieved what leftover holiday stamps I had. I stuck a ridiculous amount on each envelope and crammed them in the mailbox. I came back in, and as best I could slump down on the sofa {with a corset on} sighed {ahhhh}.

I share this story with you for several reasons, and I will demonstrate with a few more accounts, to bring the conclusion of a tale about momentum, and energetic vibrations. 

If I chose to, I could have just shared that story with you and chalked it up to bad timing, the man behind the counter was daft, devoutly state I was mistreated and that all shoddy things happen to me. However, I am one to take ownership of myself, comprising of my energy. I'm abiding when I try fervently to live my truth, action accountable with vibrations and life as a whole. 

Now, hours later, having sat down and looked over the situation, I was able to recognise what happened. Nothing went wrong, even though it seems like it did, I know better. All the experiences in our lives are teaching us how to better clarify what we desire in life, and Source/God/Universe is weaving us in and out to do so. 

The bicycle trip was another example of me resting on oriented moves of physical action, as opposed to placing myself into alignment before the ride initially. I had a preceding negative approach. In preparation this morning, I had mentally thought to myself, I despise this situation. I was upset, for something other than the lack of a vehicle. I will share that particular with you in a moment. 



Me and Oliver TwistyTopsy
This gave me a reason to reflect this morning upon returning home from the UPS store. Yesterday, Jeffrey and I had received news that for the second time the contract on our sale purchase was cancelled. As I was trying to console myself from this blow, I recalled an Abraham Hicks workshop. I had remembered hearing of a man that was in the hot seat and was telling Abraham how he had his home on the market for over two years and for some reason he could not get the house sold, and he was so frustrated about it. Abraham then asks him how he feels vibrationally about the home at the moment. He began rattling off how much it needs work, his family has grown out of it, there are no kids for his kids to play with anymore, etc. Then Abraham asked about his emotions when first buying the home. He got a smile on his face and spoke of all the family gatherings they shared, how much they loved going to get new plants/ trees, and how exciting it was for them as a family. Abraham then said to him, right now, you are vibrationally sending out to others, "Come buy this piece of crap I no longer want!" Comparatively to how he used to feel about the home, it is his job to then change his vibration, and the house would sell. Well, the conclusion to that story is that one week after this workshop, the man sent word through an email that he had worked on his vibrational energy, and his house sold. So I began thinking about my vibrational energy towards my own home, and what I am sending out on an emotional scale. Isn't that the truth of it? We frequently go about life without realising our energy is off. We think just because we get up and put our hair in a cute side updo, and look presentable that all is well, however, looks are deceiving. We might as well come around to understanding we can "fool" many folks with an act of seemingly doing well, but we will never fool the Universe/God/Source. Everything is vibrational, and there are no two ways around it. After resting with myself for a time and working a focus wheel, I now realise I have had mixed emotional vibrations with regards to my dear little home. Soon it will be a matter of sufficient timing to get back onto my delightful seafaring voyage of happiness.

I share these experiences with you to remind myself visually of how I am doing on my transformational journey, as well as to hopefully inspire others to observe their own lives.

This morning I told my dear gardener of my synopsis and how even though I live the law of attraction and teach the law of attraction, it will forever be ongoing in our earth life learning. As much as the quote is cliche, it is about the voyage, not the destination. I am so appreciative of the ability to see these experiences as a way to autocorrect.
Aren't these girls just as cute as can be? Their mother sent me these photos of their painting reveals and I just HAD to show you their darling little faces.  


I wanted to show you two separate photos and get your opinions. I know the coloured one is delightful, but I also think the sepia one is delightful too. I am attempting to determine if sepia and black and white images would be more suitable to my blog. If we look back at the Victorian days, they didn't have coloured pictures and If I'm attempting to create an actual Victorian blog, wouldn't the photos be better suited in what would have appeared then? You tell me. I would love your opinion. 


This is the new sign for The English Settlement. Isn't it a delight!

I also wanted to share a few books that I am currently loving.

~Beatrix Potter's Gardening Life: The Plants and Places That Inspired the Classic Children's Tales: Marta McDowell

~The 1885 Edition of Hill's Manual of Social and Business Forms: The How-To-Do Everything Book of Victorian America: Thomas E. Hill

~Red: A History of the Redhead: Jacky Colliss Harvey

~ Tasha Tudors Heirloom Crafts: Tovah Martin

~The LittleHouse Cookbook: Frontier Foods from Laura Ingalls Wilder's Classic Stories: Barbara M. Walker

~The Beatrix Potter Country Cooking Book: Sara Paston-Williams

~The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady: A facsimile reproduction of a 1906 naturalist's diary: Edith Holden

~The Trade of Authorship: Wolstan Dixey {Victorian}

Most Affably Yours Til My Next Swim, Raquelxxx

Everyday Life As Of Late

Wednesday, September 4, 2019


My dear friends, 

Won't you pour some tea and let us have a visit. I hope you have faired well. The gardener and I were indeed lucky again with the case of hurricane Dorian. She decided not to make a visit, and I am feeling rather appreciative. 

A Sprinkling Of The Little Mermaid's Victorian Affairs

Wednesday, August 28, 2019
My dear friends,

I have so much to tell you! I have a cup of earl grey tea and a few pumpkin spice cookies next to me, and I'm sitting in a stately position. Today is the first week of steadily wearing a corset. Yes, indeed! I am slowly becoming a Victorian lady, after all! I left my sewing baskets readily available to sew in the evenings before the gardener and I are put out to pasture, as the saying goes.

Mermaidlings, Little Women, The Tale Of Sawyer Lamby, Victorian Hat Pins And Potterings

Tuesday, August 20, 2019
" When they said, "There's no such thing as mermaids" I nearly fell off my dolphin."
My dear friends, 

Pour some tea and let us have a visit. I am having a cup of earl grey with cream and an orange and cranberry scone. I have a new little tiny tea and cookies book, sent from a friend a time ago, and think that I should at least attempt to make some of my very own scones. Have you ever tried to make scones, there is rest assuredly a tricky little secret to such tasty morsels?

The Art And Beauty Of Self~Love {Why You Don't Have It And How To Regain It} Portion I

Tuesday, August 13, 2019

My dear friends,

It seems since Sawyer's passing, I have had many women and young folks reach out to me, with sentiments of sending well wishes, and deep compassion. I am indeed appreciative, I couldn't feel more love from my fellow being than now. You/ they have been so very kind and loving.

It has unravelled a feeling of comfort, that women feel they might confide in me. It has afforded me an excellent way to connect with them. One of my soul purposes is to inspire women and children around the world, to believe in themselves; to undoubtedly convince them that nothing is impossible. They can be, do or have anything that their dear hearts desire.

Blogger Technical Issues

My dear friends, 

I am currently trying to unfold the reason the font on my latest blog post keeps reverting back to the smallest font. It's disturbing me much. 

Thank you for your devoted patience. I surely think this solidifies I am ready to convert the website completely over to WordPress very soon. 

A Mermaids Meditation Practice {The Abraham Hicks Way}

Monday, August 5, 2019
Updated: August 5th 2019

The new website is forthcoming!

My dear friends, 

As many of you know, I began practising the Law of Attraction {Abraham Hicks} in 2014, and that is precisely when I began my daily practice of meditating.

Leaving A Legacy And The Introduction Of The English Settlement

That's our dear Sawyer to the far left holding Zoe Kennedy's hand, wearing suspenders {he insisted in wanting to be different even on that day.}. I relish in those memories. Happy tears...

My dear friends, 

I posted a little excerpt onto facebook this morning about my tiny epiphany on leaving a legacy for my precious boy Sawyer. 

As you may well know by now, I find that being able to share my life with you is such a therapeutic approach for my soul's growth. So I thought that I would share with you a few particulars that transpired this weekend.

How To Create A Victorian Period Cottage Kitchen

Tuesday, July 30, 2019

My dear friend, 

Won't you pour a cup of tea and let us visit. As many of you know, I have begun the transformation of converting our Florida stucco home into an accurately Victorian period cottage. 

How My Little Tales Emerge {The Introduction Of The Tale Of Sawyer Lamby}

My dear friends, 

Oh my, where do I begin? I have much to tell you, so might you pour some tea and let's have a little visit with one another. I am having some chamomile with cream, blueberry scones, typing up this post with Miss Potter playing on the television, in the background.

5 Ways To Make A Decision And How To Line Up With It

Thursday, July 25, 2019

My dear friends, 

In 2015, when I left my marriage of 25 years, one of my most significant abilities to create the reality that I so deeply desired, was because I made a decision and lined up with it.

Let me explain. This is an in-depth subject that many women struggle with, so I am going to seek to disembowel it for you and in turn, hope to teach you how to make decisions for YOUR life.

8 Delightful Ways To Live A Victorian Lifestyle

Monday, July 22, 2019
New Website Coming Very Soon!

My dear friends, 

Did you have a splendid weekend? It was a nice one for the gardener and me. We played in the yard and made it a little game to see if we could finish before the rainstorm set in.

As I've been working through my new blog/website, I have been finetuning it, quite a bit. It's been such a delight to work with colours and fonts. I finally found a theme that has an eCommerce store, which will be ever so beneficial for my goods, services and my bespoken original paintings.

I, Too, Am Creating A Tasha Tudor Storybook Life

Thursday, July 18, 2019
My dear friends,

Today and yesterday were very good days for me. I was able to look where Sawyer IS, and not where he WAS. When thinking about the souls that are no longer here in a physical sense, oftentimes, it is difficult to make sense of things, for those left behind. The reason is that we have been taught very early on, that there is a separation; when indeed, there is not. I believe, that too many folks dismiss those moments of communicating with their loved ones, because they believe that once physical death has occurred, a limit has also been placed on our communication with the dead. Since my son's passing, I feel as though, the flood gates of communication have opened~widespread. I feel Sawyer ever more present in my life, even more, now than when he was in physical form.

They'll Be Days Like This

Monday, July 8, 2019
My dear dear friends,

"You're going to have hard days." I've heard that before, haven't you?

A Letter For My Son

Sunday, July 7, 2019

My dear friends, 

My darling son, Sawyer made his transition from physical to non-physical on June 23rd, 2019. He is feeling the sweet rewards of pure positive energy. 

I have been writing each day, since his passing and know he is still very much alive, but in a slightly different way. I plan to share each day with you, my dear readers, in hopes that it may help me with my healing process. Writing is the only thing I know how to do, besides paint; in which, I am doing, as well. The death of a child, I feel is the most difficult of all life's experiences I have had, thus far. However, my greatest desire is to always try to teach and inspire others. I believe that's what I am here for.

Over the years, Sawyer and I would talk about the law of attraction and consistently recognize that there is no death, but only life, and more life. After Sawyer's transition, I heard Sawyer say to me numerous times, "Momma, all that spirituality stuff we had those long talks about, was all true, Momma! I'm pure positive energy, now!"

It is taken me some time to understand this, and honestly, I have dove deeper into Abraham Hicks material as a greater desire to more fully comprehend physical death. If anything, I want to be able to help others, {mothers, especially} and to have an understanding of what is beyond the veil of physical existence. And how I can more fully communicate with my son on the non~physical side.

I have not yet come to terms with it, but I do feel confident that I will. For, if there really is no death, but only life and more life, there is a way for me to find Sawyer where he is. He is always with me. I used to hear that all of the time, but until I experienced the physical death of my son; did I truly recognize what that meant. I believe I am able to handle my son's transition because I deeply understand what life is truly about. The all-powerful and knowing settles my heart and mind with enormity.

I catch glimpses all the time of what Sawyer must be experiencing, and that gives me a great sense of pleasure. I have spirit guides, and now I feel Sawyer being the next logical step in joining together as my spirit guide, too. I find myself asking him questions and appreciating him daily. He is very clearly interested in my life, and what I am up to. I know; that in time, Sawyer will help me with my very own resistance to physical death.

Sawyer is leading the way for me. I know and feel very confident that I will find the way. I have confidence in myself, and I can feel the love of Sawyer. He is sending me clues; and finding the fun. He was playful in life, and he still carries that character now. I feel him all around me.

I am eager about what is ahead. I don't know how it will all transpire, but I feel confident it will be a delight. Sawyer will help me write my children's books, and I am sure they will become very successful. He has an advantage. {wink, wink}

I wanted to thank each of you for your kindness, and the outpouring of love for me. You continue to be extraordinary folks, and I love you each, dearly.

Most affably yours til my next swim, Raquelxxx

I have started a gofundme account. It was initially for me to travel to Oklahoma to gather Sawyer's belongings. I drove Sawyer's truck back to Florida. He worked hard to acquire his truck; it was his pride and joy. I wanted to bring it back to Florida, as it's the only possession I have left. Sawyer had a remaining note on his truck, and I would like to pay it down. If you feel inspired; I would greatly appreciate any donations. The truck is purely sentimental, and I deeply want to keep it. I know to most, it's "only" a truck, but to me, it's the only thing I have left of my darling baby. Thank you, my dear sweet friends. 


https://www.gofundme.com/f/raquel-staffordmother-of-sawyer-english

Go Fund Me


The Mermaid And The Gardener~ Introduction And Scale 1 { A True Love Story Never Ends}

Thursday, June 27, 2019
Well, I've gone and done it again! I'd like to just crumble into a ball and cry. I spent 6 hours writing the introduction, and the first chapter of my love story and it disappeared. I worked for an hour to try and retrieve it. I'll attempt to remember what I had written before, and hope to do it justice. 


Ye Ole’ B~Log And I Had a Brain Wave Of An Idea

Monday, June 24, 2019
My dear friends, 

Oh, my word! Would you mind indulging me for a few minutes, while I spout off at the mouth? I happened upon my old, (as that crust that's on the bottom of that tray, that slides out from your toaster) blog. I should probably archive that blog, and put it out if its misery. Trust me. It's for your own good and mine, too. But, honestly, I will say that after reading it from beginning to end- minus the writing typos- I AM a good writer. I must admit it, and funny, too. I think, anyway.

Maybe, that's been my dilemma with my blog, as of late-I've not written with much surrealism. Not because I don't enjoy a little surrealism; because I do. You wanna know the truth of it?

{I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE IT OUT GRAMMATICALLY!} There, I said it.

Dear, baby Jesus; WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME?

That's who I am in real life; so, maybe I should be myself and just write as I speak. I remember years ago on the blog, (Pioneer Woman), she gave her blogging secrets; and one thing she said was: write like you're speaking to your sister, unless, you don't like your sister, or you don't have a sister. I thought that was great advice, even though; I don't have a sister. Out of the mouths of blogging babes. 

Basically, she's saying, speak as you do in real life. I still remember her saying that, and that was like, a billion years ago.

I do use words like lackadaisical and forlorn, just because; I really love words. Always have. Always will. I write a new word on the fridge every week, and the gardener and I try to use it as much as possible. I used to do this when I homeschooled my children, too.

I'm talking about the blog, again, now.

The saddest part is that I didn't keep going with my blogging. I could kick myself for that; but, I can't live in regrets. I'm actually hoping that my writing skills are just like my mermaid skills. I could leave swimming for 20 years and still swim 4 football fields in 11 minutes top. Trust me, I can do that. Just recently, in fact.

I got skills with mermaid gills. Woot, Woot!

Hold the phone; while I pat myself on the back, in a BRAGGADOCIOUS fashion {I told you this already, I like big words and I can not lie}!

Onto other fragments of my brain.

I have a question to ask of you.

I wrote the first chapter of the BG {Beloved Gardeners} and my (or wait- is it me, instead of my) love story. I'm confused. Oh, Grammerlyyyyy, where art thou? {Big yellow alert circle, stating I have a misplaced word, I see you over there.}

Wanna read it? That is. The love story.

About me and my gardener? Huh, huh, do ya? 

I was thinking to ask you, how should I title it? I was planning to write you a chapter a week, on top of my regular scheduled posts.

It's mostly for you darling folks that don't give a rip about my pearls of wisdom but, prefer a little love story.
Do you enjoy a good story, about love; especially, in the summertime? I know, I do. 

Anywho... What I thought I could do was to list a few options, and you name the series or chronicles for me. Would you do that?

Are you game, friends? Let me know in the comments; and I will think of, say- 3 choices? I could then do a little painting give~away, too. That might be fun. Whadda ya think?

Also, just wanted to share with you some little pre-painted pieces I'm working on. If you see something that you think you might like to have, let me know. I'll post them tomorrow fully painted. mm...kay? 
Most affably yours til' my next swim, Raquelxxx

My Fountain Runneth Over {And Little Women/ Mermaidling Paintings Update}

Saturday, June 22, 2019

My dear friends,

What a week this has been. I would indeed love to flourish you with dainty words and happy thoughts, for I have had an epiphany! I have been taken up for the last few weeks, through some deep and consistent meditation, and I feel ready for many new adventures. I feel a new lease on life, dear friends.

The summer days are upon us; I am as bright~eyed and bushy-tailed as they come.

I feel excited about the new ideas I have for my blog's future, authorship and my artistry. I am hoping to receive many more commissions for my Little Women/ Mermaidling paintings. I really miss the happy days of waking up, throwing the covers, and walking to my treasure room for the day of splashing paints about and rabbit undertow. The sounds of Debussy on the gramophone and the cool breeze blowing through the lace curtains. Is there anything more magical? I don't believe so. A sweet friend of mine sent me a message about painting little commissioned place cards and menu sheets. She said she would gladly pay for them, as she has many dinner parties. A pretty little place card would be such a delight at each plate. It reminded me of my dear, Beatrix Potter. Painting greeting cards and place cards are just how she began her career, too.

I wrote about my little commission pieces a few moons ago, but I was a bit lackadaisical in my efforts of promotion. I shall improve, indeed.

If you are curious about my paintings; below is a description of what I do to make each painting. I used to be on Etsy, which I may be for a bit longer; however, my new website will have an e~commerce store called; The Mer~Cantile. Its a little play on words for mermaid + mercantile, such as the Victorian days. Isn't it delightful? I used to have a little craft booth in the year 2000 with the same name. I sewed and made all of my items from yo-yos. Do you recall the yo-yo? It is such a sweet form of quilting. I should like to make a quilt for my sleeping room. It's very time consuming, but I love it ever so much. Have you ever made anything from yo-yos?

Little Women/ Mermaidlings 



An original custom Mermaidlings/Little Woman illustration is 4" x 6". Each little painting is in sepia ink and painted with watercolours. I infuse the paper with aged seaweed, flower tinctures and floral notes; that I've personally created from my garden here at Staffordshire Cottage. My water has been charged with crystals of rose quartz and moonstone. I believe that sending my paintings into the universe with a little magic adds a touch of love to all those that purchase my art.  Each painting is $20.00 sand dollars. My paintings have begun to have more detailing, and with the extra details, I have decided to add on a dollar per detail/pet. So, for instance, if you'd like a pet added, that will be an additional dollar.

Each painting comes with a hand-selected shell; that I have collected from years of beachcombing.

I am looking forward to painting for you. Last year, I had the opportunity to paint Christmas cards, addressing them with calligraphy and wax seals. They were exquisite and so beautiful, with the little added touches of gold leaf, they turned out beautiful. Another idea is to memorialise your pets. I have done many of those; they seem to be a real pleaser.

Send me your request by emailing me at Raquel@Raquelcarter.com
and I shall have a whale of a time painting for you!

Most affably yours til my next swim, Raquelxxx

How A Mermaid Writes And Illustrates A Storybook

Friday, June 21, 2019
My dear friends, 

Well, I've done it! You may have noticed that in a bid to become the world's most popular blog consisting of the words Victorian and mermaid, I managed to go through my posts and rename them- at nausea! I'm well aware, it may seem like a bit much. However, I am always, a bit much, and you know this about me already.

How A Victorian Mermaid Cares For A Cottage Bunny And {Sir Oliver Twisty Topsy's Tale}

Saturday, June 15, 2019


My dear friends,

Upon learning that I have a cottage bunny, I've begun to have numerous 'rabbit care' requests. So, I thought it'd be a lovely trip down memory lane, to tell of Oliver's story; as well as, elicit some helpful information.

How A Landlocked Mermaid Makes A Wattle Fence {For Your Victorian English Cottage Garden}

Tuesday, June 11, 2019

My dear friends,

Today is being spent indoors; garden planning with my dear ol' spirited friend, Beatrix Potter.

Yesterday, all through the weekend, and today, I'm using my time wisely, as today marks a week of daily rainstorms. The frogs love it, with their croaking and ribbeting. This is how I imagine the frogs in this type of weather. Dear Ms Magadalene, isn't she a sight with her apron, and bonnet atop her head?

Writing Tips From A Victorian Mermaid,{And For Old~Fashioned Writers}

Monday, June 10, 2019

 My dear friends, 

As you may know, I've been in the woolliest portion of writing my next tale, inspired by my most affectionate hero, Beatrix Potter called, "The Tale of Henny Penny Goody Two Shoes.

Why A Landlocked Mermaid Has An Emotional Affair {And What All Affairs Mean, According To Me}

Thursday, June 6, 2019

My dear friends,

Well, I'm going to assume that you clicked onto my post, strictly because of the title, am I right?

As a writer/ blogger putting my life and personal experiences out into the universe are something I actually take pride in; if you want the truth. Because in my lil' humble opinion, all too often, I see bloggers holding back. Now- that's not to say that, every blogger out there needs to spill their guts, but for all that is holy- let's be a little more forthright and transparent, shall we?

I can tell right away when a blogger is not letting their truth shine. Perhaps, I need to take a swim stroke backwards- because I feel dagger eyes. Heh... No, truthfully, all I am saying, is that I want to read a blog and feel I can relate to the writer. If you are going to give me fluff and stuff, I can swim on over to Instagram and find that hashtag surface, hashtag fake, hashtag not real, by the truckloads.

In my life, many have judged me for sharing so much here on my blog {my family included}, even to go so far as to tell me, I should be ashamed of myself for what I write. They feel it's a betrayal and that I'm shedding a negative light on the family name. I have no quorums about sharing MY TRUTH. That's what a writer does.

Furthermore, I have the most positive feedback from women that tell me, they are so happy that I am sharing things that would otherwise be left unsaid. I wanted to preface, too, that I share for my healing, and expansion, as well as, give encouragement to other women that may have struggled, like me. It's never for salacious or cruel intentions; only for expansion and personal growth.

Now, let's have a go, shall we?
The emotional affair occurred in 2009. There were no sexual relations {cue the Bill Clinton tapes}, but an affair is an affair if you ask me. Anywho, I had been married at this point for 18 years. I am not, nor have I ever been the flirty type. In fact, I was strict, by the bible, that always admonished my ex to be mindful of his actions with the opposite sex. I used to tell him, even the appearance of adultery is a bad thing. Let's be clear, here, I know that no matter what we as women do or say in a marriage, won't mean a thing if there is no respect. That means for ourselves, our partner or the union of marriage. If a man or woman is going to cheat, they will find a way. No amount of control will stop either of them.

My ex is in the entertainment industry, so, needless to say, I was insecure from the get-go and then to add the entertainment industry on top of that, only spelt disaster. Not because of entertainment per se, but the lacking of self-worth. My ex-husband was always a flirt, {and later I would uncover that he was a philandering adulterer}. Listen up, ladies, if you start dating a man, and you have any sneaking gut suspicion that your man may be unfaithful, you should follow your gut, and run for the flipping hills. It'll only progress and get worse. I ignored my gut when the ex and I first got together. There were red flags everywhere, but I was so blissed out, I ignored them. He was always doing things that hurt me. Nowadays, though, I don't beat myself up; in fact, I actually thank the bugger for his philandering ways. He actually helped me to be the woman I am today, by being a complete ass. (eeekkk...)

Read this post {here} That I wrote about mating with your own soul and emotional mirror reflection.

Mmmmkay, back to the subject at hand. What led up to my emotional affair.

He was my ex- husbands friend for over a decade. They were in church movies together; mingling in the same crowd. He spent a lot of time with our family; was single, and an ex-communicated member of the Mormon church. Hence, That's one of the reasons, I think, my ex took him under his wings, so to speak.

Well, as luck would have it, my ex took a trip for work, in the middle of us moving into our newly purchased home. My ex suggested having his friend come to help me with house "stuff."

We had been friends for over a decade, and I appreciated the time he'd spend with me. He'd actually carry on a conversation with me; compliment me, by saying, I looked beautiful in my old skirts and liked all the things my husband was annoyed by. Can you spell D-I-S-A-S-T-E-R? It all worked out in the end, as it solidified how much I desired to leave the marriage. This was a paramount decision; that actually worked out for me, because things are always working out for us, even when it seems they aren't.
Looking back, after living through the experiences with my ex, he was constantly circumventing. I have often wondered, too, if I allowed that to happen? You know that saying, " people treat you, the way you allow them too?" Yeah, I really believe that! I will say, too, and it may be difficult for some to read; however, I have come to the conclusion that it had to do with the "saviour" mentality. Do you know what this is? Let me explain. My mother exhibits this behaviour, I struggled with it, and many women struggle with it, that have grown up in abusive or alcoholic environments. Women cover for the addict, by constantly making up the difference. It's a self-worth issue on the part of the "abusee". For example, {I'm speaking from experience when I was young}, my father would come home from work, get plastered, and then decide he was hungry. My mother was to wake up {regardless of the time} and make him food. I remember he was so angry after the food was made, he threw the whole pot of food onto the floor. Who do you think cleaned that up, after my father passed out in his own piss? My mother did. But, who do you think comes off as the person to save the day? My mother. She can use the victim card to receive sympathy from others. Thus, all active participants are getting their natural human needs met, even though it's complete dysfunction, it works. I had to retrain myself out of this behaviour, and let me tell you; that when a person has control issues {kids of alcoholic parents}, it's not easy. I had to allow the mishaps to occur and let nature takes its course.

So, for instance, once, when my ex was in a fit of rage, screamed at me because Subway put mayonnaise on his sub sandwich, he threw it against the wall, where it stuck. My little girl began trying to clean the mess, and that's when I lost my mind. That day, the straw broke the camels back. I was seeing the behaviour passed onto my child; through watching me. I began screaming, "over my dead body will anyone but my ex, clean that sub up!" I didn't care if the sub stayed on the wall for 6 months and we had guests coming over. I was ready to let him look like a fool.
Needless, to say, he cleaned the mess, as it was gone the next morning. Now- I know what you may be thinking here, ummm... grrr...CRAZY TOWN! Yes, I know. I don't want you to feel alone if this is, or has, happened to you. The problem is that many want to escape through pretty, frilly things; but, when we get to the brass tacks, we can then begin to heal and move forward. I speak of this because I was this way myself. It doesn't have to be a negative thing to carry for the rest of our lives, and that's why I am sharing it, I feel as though, many women, if they knew why they did things {cover for their mate, or child, for instance}, they might be inspired to change. I truly believe, with all of my heart that the universe allows all sorts of experiences to come to us, not as a way of punishment, but as a way to inspire us to expansion. How else would I have learned? We learn through life experience, that's the only way. I am so appreciative for my experiences, always. It's just a matter of shifting our focus to see all the occurrences with beauty and look at them with a heart of appreciation, instead of, being treated cruelly by a "God" that most humans deem vengeful. That is not who my or your God/Source is. AT ALL!
" I dwell in possibility." ~Emily Dickinson

Yep, I carried that rescue mentality with me into my marriage with my ex. He would act slow-witted, and because I was embarrassed and had low-self esteem, I would make excuses for him. It's an interesting scenario, when we allow others, even those we love very much, to take responsibility for their own lives. Amazing things happen. I believe that we as women must truly work to become self-sufficient and self-confident. That is our sole purpose; to fall, completely and madly in love with ourselves.

And when this self-love transformation occurs within us, women like myself won't need to have some man tell us we're wonderful, and pretty, because we'll already KNOW!


Most affably yours til my next swim, Raquelxxx