I am really excited to be a part of this years TDP...
2011 here we come!! Whoop!Whoop!
(wip - My first Clay cage doll....OOOooo! )
Felicity enjoys her strolls through the meadows,
of her rural home town - Dittisham, especially Bozomzeal, a hill south of the village.
Dittisham is a quaint village just outside of Dartmouth, Devon, UK
The manor in which Felicity lived sat upon her beloved Bozomzeal.
The gowns Felicity wore were simple yet elegant.
They were a mixture of silk, linen, muslin & lace.
The enchanted flowers of the meadow graced her gown with tantalizing aromas.
Each offering the promise of a dream...
Felicity often danced with the butterflies& at times would stay perfectly still
to permit the butterflies to rest upon her.
The dappled sunlight echoed through their wings as they once again danced...
This particular morning was different,
Felicity had received a letter from a most dear friend,
Miss Sarah Wallis.
The letter was actually an invitation to a ball to celebrate her friends recent engagement.
Well of course Felicity had replied hence,
and the spring in her step echoed her excitement of returning to London.
It had been many years since Felicity visited her town of birth,
and the dreams of childhood followed her still....
'How exciting!' Felicity cried to the dancing butterflies,
'But how I will miss you' She sighed....
The date had arrived, April 1st
& once settled upon the coach for London,Felicity opened up her book,
there lay the rose petals she had picked last summer from her bedroom window...
Never had she dreamed the following year could hold suchwonder and adversaty,
'I wonder.......' Felicity paused,
' What adventures await me?'