Fairylove Blog

Traditional Bali life.

Fairylove — Fri, 03 Feb 2012 03:15:41 +0000

This fairy has just been on a very unusual adventure. The lovely Balinese girls who help translate between my tailor and i, (we have been friends for a few years now) invited me to their local village near Singaraja (Bali’s 2nd city) to join in with their ceremony and stay in their family home. We drove motor scooters, 3 of us in convoy and i doubled Sri on the back of my bike. We drove up misty,steep,curvy,cold mountains and through pouring rain and it was great fun. I Saw some beautiful sights and after coming here for 12 years it was so nice to see more of Bali. It took us 3 hours.

Wow!!! Such amazing hospitality and generosity! They are not a well off family but the family is huge (the girls are 2 of 10 children) and most of them come together for a few days at ceremony time in the family home. They all support one another and share what they have.I was fed constantly with their gorgeous ceremonial foods and on the day i was dressed in traditional ceremony clothing to join them at their family temple for the ceremony. It really felt very special. There was so many family members and the kids were fascinated by me as i joined in with the blessings and prayers. The ceremonies go on all day and so does the eating .

There are so many kids running in and out and they are so cherished and loved! There is lots of relaxed talking and chilling out as everyone catches up with one another and all the gossip. Such a lovely relaxed atmosphere. I feel so very blessed to have been a part of it and so very welcomed by the family! It was such a relaxing time and such an insight into the Balinese people and their beliefs and traditions! It always amazes me that folk with so little material belongings in their lives are so ready to share whatever they have!

My story…part 2.

Fairylove — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 03:06:12 +0000

It was a figure, you could make out wings and the shape of the head and the body. It rose straight up in front of us and then started to move along the horizon over the ocean. At one point we all looked at each other and tried to explain it away as something else but all three of us had tears coursing down our cheeks. The experience really made me believe and i felt like it was a sign that Zahia was o.k. A short time later i was shopping with friends and we went into a fairy shop in Bondi. It was full of things for little girls and there was glitter and sparkly things everywhere. I got myself a pair of kids wings having no idea that i would wear them until the fabric was flapping off the wire and long after i had started making my own. I started to wear the wings and started dressing more like a fairy. Meanwhile the household was falling apart. My best mates boyfriend didn’t want us to talk about Zahia’s death at all,so it went from bad to worse and i ended up moving home to Nowra. I had left home when i was 15 and hadn’t thought to find myself back there. I moved in with my dad and stepmum and started making wings and doing fairy photoshoots in nature. (The first wings i made were huge). I then started to go to Sydney on the weekends to sell my fairy wings and framed fairy photo’s at the markets where i had sold my wares before and stayed with Zahia’s parents. (It was Zahia’s mum who named me Shelley fairy). The wings i made were all individual and took off straight away. Folk loved them, so i just kept making more. I was 22 at the time.

I had found something i loved to do and dressing up as a fairy made folks smile at me. (i had always wanted everyone to like me)

The teacher at the meditation school told me that when someone dies it always brings gifts and i have always felt that this was Zahia’s gift to me. Being a fairy and a wing maker has transformed my life in so many magical, creative ways and has given me the tools to inspire others to dress up and to be creative and to believe in magic and wishes. There is magic in believing.

How i became a fairy…My story Part 1

Fairylove — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 08:56:11 +0000

I was living in Sydney, Australia making my living at the markets selling second hand clothes and hand painted light globes. It was a fun filled,social time and i was living in a big house in the city with great friends. A friend moved out so we were looking for a new housemate. Zahia was 17 years old and was looking for positive changes in her life. (her nan later told me that Zahia thought i was fabulous!) She was a friend of a friend and i had met her parents and really hit it off with them too. Zahia moved in and it was amongst excitement and positivity for the future as she had been involved with a guy and drugs and was really trying to change her life for the better.

She was a lovely sweet girl and we started to get to know each other a little as she was doing some work for me,helping me to paint my light bulbs.She seemed happy. 2 weeks after she moved in Zahia didn’t come down in the morning. We thought it was strange and then her work called to say she hadn’t turned up.I knew she was in,as i had said goodnight to her the night before and she had told me that she loved me. My flatmate and best friend Tamara and i thought we should check on her,but it was with great reluctancy that we climbed the stairs. (I think both of us could feel something was not right). When we went in Zahia was in bed but it was immediately apparent that she was no longer of this world. It was very shocking and none of us said anything as we waited for the police. They arrived and it was then decided that as i knew Zahia’s mum that the news would be best coming from me. I went to her mums workplace and somehow told her that we had lost Zahia. I was just numb. She had died from a methadone overdose.

I was just at the end of a week long meditation workshop,which i then did again a week later.The teacher and the meditation practise really helped me through such an intense time and also spending time with Zahia’s parents. Soon after Zahia’s death,i was at the cemetery where she is buried (her grave is beautiful and was decorated by her parents and all her friends)with her best friend Bindia. It was nightime and we were firetwirling and listening to music “dead can dance” on a stereo we had taken there. A man walking in the cemetery stopped to say hello to us. That is when we all noticed something in the sky.

Fairying it up in Bali.

Fairylove — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 07:58:58 +0000

I got all fairied up yesterday morning, jumped on my scooter and and went to a cafe with a friend. It was truly amazing! There was i in a corset, tu-tu, wings and flowery, feathery hairclips and smothered in glitter driving along the beachfront! It was such an incredible buzz!

I think because the Balinese people don’t really express themselves so much through dress (apart from the gay clubs here and their ceremonies) ,it is quite a novelty for them and they respond so absolutely positively! Everyone loves it! I felt like a fairy pop star!!! I could have driven around all day just soaking up the love and adoration! At the cafe we were greeted by lots of kids who had lots of questions! One little girl was insisting that i wasn’t a real fairy and that she didn’t believe in fairies…To which i replied “why are you talking to me if i don’t exist then?” She also went on to tell me that fairies don’t wear leggings and they don’t wear glitter on their eyes! She still wanted her photo taken with me though,and i covered them all with glitter! I shall definitley have to get out more in my full fairy get up!!Does wonders for my self esteem and feels like i am spreading lots of love and magic! Love it!!!

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Fairylove — Wed, 11 Jan 2012 10:53:39 +0000

Hello beauties!

I am sitting here in beautiful Bali and after having a few months holiday in Australia living under a waterfall, I am finding the task of settling into work again slightly challenging! But I had a beautiful start to the morning and went for a 6am walk on the beach,then a yoga session and then some hula hooping! I am now sitting in my favourite cafe with a young coconut to drink and my computer, catching up on fairy office work!

I am counting up all my many blessings and remembering to try and see the positive in everything! My affirmation at the moment is “I am open to receiving” and believing that I can manifest whatever I wish for! Magic!