Space Fairy Blog

Tonight we got my engagement ring! I’m so excited, I have to show everyone!!

(0.85 carot diamonds HI [near colourless], set in 18c white gold- in other words, very SPARKLY!)

Well it seems I was right. Amazing new things are happening for me as my life continues to transform in the direction of my dreams.

• I moved to a (better) new home
• My exciting new business venture is close on the horizon
• I won a scholarship to study with a new business school which is blazing trails in the field of business education
  and…
  ***News Just In*** I’M ENGAGED!!!

The moving thing: On the weekend I officially moved into Scott’s apartment. It’s a temporary move (with my stuff in storage) until we move into our own house in August (be prepared for a massive engagement & housewarming party!)

Exciting New Business Venture: www.magicklightworker.com Stay Tuned!

The Scholarship: It’s called The New Order Business School (Or No BS for short!) The competition was fierce, and in the end they actually awarded the scholarship to three recipients (I was one of them). They specialise in teaching all that good stuff which you need to learn to be successful in business, but which you’ll likely never learn from school or university (I certainly didn’t, and I went to one of the “best” universities in the country). I might not get a government certified degree at the end of this, but I’m learning from really successful business people who have made it and are already living the life of their dreams- the kind of people I want as mentors.

Getting engaged to My Soulmate!!! -So sweet it deserves it’s own post! What can I say- he’s my honey. We’ve got soo much in common and being with him just feels like home. I finally have someone to share my life with and it feels GOOD. My super-sparkly diamond engagement ring is almost off lay-by… be prepared to be dazzled with lots of photos soon!

Okay… I have a lot of catching up to do here so get ready for a rapid succession of posts within a short period of time! YAY

There are stirrings on the etheric plane that something big is coming. It’s on the table; in the works, but I’m not quite ready yet to say what it is.

But it’s going to be HUGE… hopefully……

but if not, at least it will be SUPER FUN

At Christmas I visited the town where I grew up, in the Blue Mountains (west of Sydney). I hadn’t been back there in 10+ years. I climbed down a freak’n mountain! (Enjoy the photos!) Recently I discovered an old school assignment, which gives perfect insight into what the Blue Mountains means to me. As you can see I have been into fairies for a long time!

In my home town Katoomba, on top of a cliff, I am but a child. At the bottom of the cliff, on the rainforest floor, I am transformed. The Scenic Railway carriage that rides vertically down the mountain is a magical vessel traveling through the veil between the worlds. When my ride has cleared the dark tunnel through the rocks, I emerge into the sunlight feeling freer and more magical than before.

The world up there is about primary school, homework, and teachers, but down here it is my world where I am the Fairy Queen of the Blue Mountains. Down here is my playground, where I swing on vines like Tarzan; it is my music hall, where I listen to the symphony of hundreds of species of birds; it is my art gallery, where I admire the unusually shaped rocks that have been carved out by the wind and running water; and it is my mystery school, where I learn the ancient esoteric wisdoms and the magickal arts, that are whispered to me on the wind.

Lyrebirds pick at the leaves in the damp earth. Sunshine filters through the treetops high above me. The air here is the freshest you will find anywhere in New South Wales, and perhaps even Australia. Away from the tourist tracks, there are no other people here- it’s just me, the trees, the bush animals, and the fairies. Moss covered rocks line a clear pool where water gushes from a crack in the wall above it. This is my magickal fairy well. Whoever drinks of these waters shall enjoy eternal life. My fairy friends dart around me; they are dancing on the surface of the water and jumping amidst the green stones. A freshwater yabby crawls across the bottom of the pool. The fairies scatter away so they don’t get eaten.

I leave the area that the tourists know about and walk alone into the wilderness. I’m not afraid of getting lost. This is my home. This is my blood. I feel safe here. I could curl up and go to sleep on a rock amongst the ferns and the birds, who are my friends, would alert me of any danger.

There is an old mine-shaft, guarded by thick iron bars. At one time, during the shale-mining era, this entrance led to a tunnel that ran deep underneath this mountain and exited into the Megalong Valley. My dad said there were glow worms inside. He saw them when he came here to play as a boy, before the bars were put here in the 70’s. My dad even crawled inside here and signed his name on an old metal coal skip that he found. I wonder if it’s still there, and if he saw the underground fairy kingdom that some say lies beneath this mountain.

Every now and then, while playing down here, I’d find another piece of history. Metal cables lie half buried in the earth, which have been here since the days of the original aerial ropeway, called “The Flying Fox”, in 1885. I find pieces of the metal cable that snapped, when the whole thing came crashing down to earth here over one hundred years ago. Nearby lies an old metal skip that has not moved since the day it fell from the sky. It’s still full to the brim with coal. I wonder why, in all this time, no one has tried to retrieve this mess, which is scattered throughout the entire valley. Then I remember that I’m in the middle of the rainforest, far away from human civilisation. Mum would freak if she realised how far I’d come, alone.

Nearby, back on the tourist track, is the base of the Great Landslide. Looking upward to the top of the cliff makes me dizzy it’s so high. I’m surrounded by boulders the size of houses. Standing here makes me a little nervous as there is still a minor split in the earth far above me; however my dad proclaimed it safe enough the day he stepped over the deep split then jumped up and down on the protruding rock like he was daring it to fall. You’d think that someone who grew up around cliffs wouldn’t be afraid of heights, but not me. I was so petrified; I closed my eyes until he returned safely to solid land. There hasn’t been a major rock fall here since the 1930’s, but I can’t help thinking that the evil bush wizards might see this as an opportunity to rid this land of its beloved fairy queen. Afraid, I hurry through the rubble- laden path, and emerge to where the path is clear, triumphant again that I have evaded the curse of the evil rock wizard.

Nearby is my own private mining station where, alongside my minion of elves and dwarves, I dig for stones and fossils. These magickal rocks are characterised by the imprint of fossilised leaves. I will later carry the best of these specimens back home with me to the top of the cliff, back to the normal realm, and use them as part of the spells and magickal potions that I like to mix up in my backyard. I’d then write the results of these spells, things like “I made the wind change direction”, into my handmade magickal spell book, written in the invisible ink of lemon juice. This made much more sense to me than pointless activities like watching television.

 When playtime was over in my mystical kingdom on the forest floor, I’d take my latest fossil finds and any other treasures I found, like brightly coloured bird feathers, and ride back up the side of the cliff, and out through the magickal cave.

At the top there are people bustling all around the tourist centre. Happy families taking photographs and buying souvenirs. I say goodbye to my aunt who works at the ticket booth, then head towards my home, which is on the highest hill on top of the cliff.

The tourists think they know the Blue Mountains after buying a map and going for a bushwalk along the designated tracks. But they have no idea what is really down there, or of my secret playing spots. If they did, then I, the Fairy Queen of the Blue Mountains, would have an awful lot of human refugees in my kingdom.

 Here is me playing on Photobooth at work… Hooray for first days!  

Q. “So in this business of yours do you actually DO any work?”

A. “Sure I do. In fact, I’m working right now”.

Q. “So are these cocktails tax deductible?”

A. “Let’s find out!”

 The Event: Network 21 Business Development Seminar

Location: Royal Pines Resort, Gold Coast

Who says business meetings are boring? Hot guys in business suits, including the Gold Coast Titans, sparkles, fancy resorts and COCKTAILS!!! *Who wants to join my business?* ;p

NYE was awesome for me because…

• While it rained back home in Brisbane, and fireworks were cancelled along the Gold Coast due to freakish weather, I was living it up in beautiful Sydney!

• Darling Harbour! Getting back here was fantastic, and not only because we had the best spot (right on the water) for the NYE fireworks. I used to work and live here many years ago. I have lots of awesome memories here so it was great to be back.

• I hung out with my friend Linda, who is one of my longest-standing friends but who I rarely see in person.

• I also hung out with my little sis, who I also rarely see since we live in different states. Even though she resembles a model I still love her!

• Free entertainment in Darling Harbour- and we got the best seat in the house. This was especially awesome for…

• “Bjorn Again”- Best ABBA cover band in the world! (Don’t laugh, they totally rocked… especially when they did Bon Jovi’s “Living on a Prayer”, which I admit was strange seeing someone wailing like Bon Jovi, but dressed in an “ABBA” costume). [Video Coming Soon]

• Hot naked guys on rooftops (alas the only perving was done from afar… sorry no photos).

• Hot policemen strutting around, keepin’ the peace (Had photos but thought I shouldn’t post them).

• Hot men around Darling Harbour… all of whom were with their girlfriends sadly.

• I actually got a seat on the train. (Naaah I didn’t bother photographing that).

• I spent the next day recovering here, at my Dad’s North Sydney resort… I love my Dad’s pool!

So, even though I didn’t meet a Prince from Denmark (In 2000 I was outside the place where Mary and that guy met, but totally missed out!) Funness was still had by all.

P.S. Eat your heart out Brisbane!

This cute toy’s name is Melinda.

It belongs to my little cousin Victoria. She named it after me (My name is Melinda also) because I am her favourite cousin and she loves me (aaw how sweet!).

For Christmas I bought her some pink fairy wings and a princess crown. “I look like a Space Fairy!” she exclaimed when she tried them on. I didn’t even know she had heard the phrase “Space Fairy” before. She’s only five so I’m pretty sure she doesn’t read my blog yet.

After posing for 20+ photos wearing her wings (her idea by the way!) it was clear that Victoria is in fact, “Space Fairy: The Next Generation”. (Which is cool, because the way I’m currently going, I’m more likely to become a crazy cat lady than to have kids).

P.S. Pete is becoming way more awesome than I previously realised. I can be my crazy normal self around him without trying, and he still likes me. I find that comforting, and really, really cool ☺

My refusal to work in retail this season paid off! Sure- I had to work in a gentlemen’s club instead, but at least they closed over the break so I could spend Christmas with my family in Sydney!

…this also meant that I could afford to buy Christmas presents, for the first time in the four years since I’ve been a university student. And what did I spend my hard earned cash on for my family?

… weapons…

…and fairy-princess costumes!

It’s clear who the crazy one in this family is (well, besides Aunty Isa and her many fake floral arrangements). But when you see what I grew up with you’ll understand why I had to break the family tradition and mix it up a little bit…

= Melinda to the rescue!

So yeah, Christmas was good. But rather than boring you with our happy holiday stories, here is the plot from an old South Park episode, entitled “Mr Hankey, The Christmas Poo”… for some reason I thought it was appropriate…

(From Wikipedia…)

“This Christmas-themed episode of South Park opens as the children rehearse their Christmas play. They are performing a Christian Nativity, and when Kyle’s mother hears of this, she is angered by the play, because her son, a Jew, plays the role of Joseph. Mrs. Broflovski is offended by the Christian imagery, and demands that the religious elements be taken out of the public school Christmas pageant. Kyle suggests they celebrate Mr. Hankey, the Christmas Poo as a non-religious substitute, but since he is the only one who believes in Mr. Hankey, his suggestion is rejected.

Mrs. Broflovski’s demands trigger uproar in the town, and so it is decided that anything offensive to anyone will be removed from the Christmas celebrations, including Santa Claus, wreaths, trees, stars, lights, and candy canes. Kyle is embarrassed by his mother’s actions, and turns to Mr. Hankey for solace, who, it turns out, is a real-life talking piece of poo. Kyle tries to introduce Mr. Hankey to the masses, but no one believes in him, and most are in fact horrified at the idea of a talking piece of poo. Kyle’s efforts result in mishaps, such as flinging Mr. Hankey (who looks like a normal piece of feces to everyone else) at Cartman and slipping feces into Mr. Mackey’s coffee. Mr. Mackey declares Kyle a “clinically depressed fecalphiliac on Prozac” and Kyle’s friends have him committed.

Ultimately, the school Christmas pageant is stripped of all semblance of Christmas, as anything that does resemble Christmas is deemed offensive by someone. Instead, the children present a minimalist song and dance created by Philip Glass. The parents, astounded by how awful the pageant is, begin blaming one another for destroying Christmas, and a fight breaks out. Finally, Mr. Hankey reveals himself to everyone, and scolds everyone, saying that in spending so much time trying to find what’s wrong with Christmas, they forgot everything that was “so right about it” — singing songs, cookies and goodwill towards men. The townspeople release Kyle from the asylum and apologize, and they all watch Mr. Hankey fly away with Santa Claus”.

…And here is a humorous video of Jesus and Santa singing Christmas carols.

Well, I’ve successfully managed to go a whole week without video-documenting something. Hooray! (My friends convinced me to stay away from video blogging while recovering from dental surgery this time).

But what will I distract myself with if I’m not making documentary videos about random stuff?

Facebook.
…Feel the addictiveness.

It kind of shits me that Superwall has become yet another avenue to spread meaningless forwarded drivel/ aka spam rather than being an avenue for conversation and relationship building [over the internet] which I suspect it was originally intended to be (…or something like that).

Tonight’s my favourite marketing lecturer’s birthday, and that got me thinking about all the cool stuff she taught us about Integrated Marketing Communication, and how marketing has to change from the obsolete methods of yesteryear; Niche marketing vs. mass marketing; 1 on 1 relationship building rather than blanket advertising which treats everyone like a faceless clone. They have no choice if they want to sell stuff now. Generation-Y public caught onto what they were doing before, and are naturally suspicious of mass advertising (or of anyone who assumes they understand their individual needs and wants when clearly they don’t).

Anyway, I was thinking that all the forwarded chain letters on Facebook are kinda like the mass marketing of yesteryear which everyone hates so much (kinda like it but not). It’s the whole “lets send a bunch of stuff out to hundreds of random people to make it look like we care about them as a person, but really we don’t give an arse, as long as they see it comes from us and hence they think of us-albeit briefly- so as to increase our brand awareness”. Am I right??

P.S. Just to be crazy/ random, here’s me with a sparkly pink butterfly and a boat I’m thinking of buying…

I got a new job! -Just something to help support my new business venture start-up (more on that later!)

My friends know that regular boring jobs don’t inspire me much. I couldn’t stomach the thought of working retail at Christmas again (unless it’s in a new age shop because then I’d really be in my element). Years ago I kind of promised myself I wouldn’t do retail again, and I like to keep my promises. So, I found a normal job that’s a little more “me”.

Here I get to:
Use my excellent customer service and people skills (helping others makes me smile)
Dress up (I love dress ups!)
Be mentally stimulated
Listen to awesome music (and dance a little when no-one is looking)
Meet interesting people (Always helpful for a would-be writer)
Practice my psychic protection and aura cleansing on a regular basis (working here I need to!)
Flexible shifts
Make good money + awesome tips

So what’s my new “day job”?

Waitressing in an upmarket gentlemens’ club… so far I’m loving it!
(I wonder how long my enthusiasm will last haha).

I have a confession. I played in the park every night this week. And I love it! I have recently discovered that my suburb is blessed with several fine parks. We’ve got swings, slippery-dips, see-saws, merry-go-rounds, flying foxes, funky climbing things, spinning-around-things that you sit on, and even space-age musical instruments which light up like something out of Close Encounters when you “play” them. Seriously, why don’t more adults play in the park? Why should kids get to have all the fun? These past few nights have been really beautiful. The moon is luminous, the grass is soft, the ring-tailed possums are playing nearby, and my friend and I have discovered the joys of eating dinner under the stars. It beats watching television! Does anyone get out at night anymore? (when it doesn’t include drinking or partying) or is everybody else these days too addicted to the box or the internet?

We also found a late-night ice cream parlor down the road from where I live. Midnight ice cream attack! Awesome!

Don’t be afraid to step outside sometimes, to get out of your comfort zones and LOOK UP toward the stars. Dudes, there are like whole other worlds out there. Ponder them occasionally!

P.S. Tomorrow I trial my new job. I’m excited, because it looks really fun! I’ll let you know how it goes

Okay, first I find it my duty to edumacate everyone about the real Halloween (briefly). Um, the short version…

Halloween was originally- and still is in some circles- an ancient pagan festival, also known as “Samhain”. It is the beginning and end of the Witches’ Year. And to make it confusing, in the Southern Hemisphere (Australia- that’s us!) it is actually a “Greater Sabbat” that occurs on the first of May (So happy New Years’ for then!) However, in the Northern Hemisphere (which includes America) it occurs- you guessed it- on October 31st.

But hey, I am no party pooper. If people want to party along with the Americans, I won’t get in their way… as long as I can join in, and there are lollies!!

So when some trick-or-treaters knocked on our door on Oct 31st, my housemate, her visiting friend, and I, got a bit carried away and decided to have an impromptu spur-of-the-moment (fake-)Halloween party. One of the perks to living with a costume designer is that there is always a supply of costumes ready for every occasion!

Check out the funness that we had!

See… I don’t only video myself ;p

Beware if you are ever caught out in an ambulance when I have my digital camera on hand! Several days ago my housemate Narelle had a bit of a medical emergency and had to be taken to the emergency room. I got to ride up front in the ambulance- along with my school bag full of uni books and notes to finish my assignment (it was due the following day and I still had lots to do… “what do you mean it’s illegal to plug my laptop into the wall at the hospital? Surely there is some sort of wireless internet hub thingy around the place?….no?… oh crap”).

Since I couldn’t finish my assignment I found something even ‘funner’ to do… film EVERYTHING!

And some video interviews!…
(Note: these will open in a new window. They are mpeg-4 format.
If you can’t see them let me know and I’ll try to put it
in another format or help you fix your machine so it will play it

P.s. See if you can find my made-up word of the day somewhere in these videos!

Pre-production: Last week before filming…

Oh the joys of pre-production! I am the production manager (aka paperwork bitch) but I don’t feel like I’m doing a terribly good job of it. Production managers are supposed to be the organised ones. Have you seen the state of my room lately?

We are supposed to be concerned with practicalities… dude, how freaking practical is it to take a week away from work (when most of us are broke) and other uni subjects during one of the busiest times of semester to shoot a student film in the middle of fraking no-where? It’s not practical. And for the record it wasn’t my idea and I had to reluctantly agree if I was to pass this annoying-ass subject. Oh, the joys of groupwork! Of course, groupwork in a uni assignment context is very different from how an actual film set is run (I know, I used to work on a couple). For starters, when you’re a student you don’t need to think about such matters as insurance and liability…

“Oh, its ok if we ask our actors to balance precariously on the edge of this slippery embankment…”. Duuuude!

I nearly cried when I received a 12 page shot list from the director, from which I was to write up the production schedule… bearing in mind this was for a three-minute film. I will never look at a script in the same way again, and I now have a better appreciation for how scripts are chosen for production.

Three days later, the shooting schedule was completed to the best of my ability- most of it by “guesstimation”, fuelled by late nights and lots of caffeine. The day before shooting commenced, I was informed that it was all wrong and was asked if I could possibly tweak it. Um no, I have other assignments to finish by the morning and am already running on no sleep. Who keeps to the written schedule on a film set anyway? Well maybe on professional film sets they don’t have four major projects they are trying to work on at the same time… and maybe they get paid.

Wednesday 3rd Oct: Day of shoot #1
I awake with a sore throat (so I think) and reluctantly drag my huge-ass overnight bag onto the uni bus. Getting away takes longer than expected (it usually does). We drive through the back streets of Brisbane searching for a service station which isn’t out of petrol, before getting lost while figuring how the frak to get back onto the highway. At one stage it looks like we are driving into the brewery, but it turns out the girls are really after the petrol station next door.

The ordeal must have stressed our director, Sass, as she is drinking alcohol already and we haven’t even left the city

After a few missed turn-offs and embarrassing U-turns, our convoy finally arrive at destination: Ravensbourne, aka. The MIDDLE OF FRAKING NO-WHERE.

The crew set up inside an old abandoned grainshed (aaah I never want to hear the word “grainshed” again!) It is full of shit which makes our noses twitch, but I am told it is THE perfect location.

Thursday 4th Oct: Day#2
Sick as a dog, AND stuck in the middle of fraking nowhere with no mobile reception or chemists nearby. Niiice.
By now it has become apparent that there is a problem with my wisdom tooth. I mention this to a few people and they casually shrug it off. “Yeah, my tooth was sore too when it came through. You’ll be alright. It’s probably not infected. Here’s some Panadol. Now back to work, we need your help.”
As the day progresses so does the pain, until every few hours I need to disappear from the set and lie down. Not happy, Jan.

Thursday night: My requests for filming all on the one farm fall on deaf ears, and at ten o’ clock pm we drive an hour away to another farm, this one even more remote (but at least with mobile reception). We are now staying at a hundred year old haunted homestead with no electricity or plumbing. We only cease filming that night when the generator breaks and we are left in the dark with no power. (Thank GOD).

Friday 5th Oct: Day #3
Today I am in so much agony. They gave me painkillers but it’s making me a drowsy wreck… and my teeth are still sore. I help when I can. Hell, I even dragged myself out of bed at 4:30 am to film a sunrise that didn’t even work out. You can’t say I didn’t make the effort.
“Where is Melinda? We need her help.”
“Sorry guys I’m kind of incapacitated right now” (said as I am curled up on the floor in the foetal position, trying to rock the pain away).
All day I try to subtly make known that I think I need a doctor or dentist, or possibly both… only I don’t think they’re getting the hints. I wonder, If I die here, will they notice long enough to pause filming?

Friday night, back at Ravensbourne, the majority of group members seem quite pissed at me for not helping as much. Seriously, they should be lucky I was there to help at all. I probably should have been in hospital.
“We’re all getting up at 4am to film the sunrise in the morning and we will need your help tomorrow”.

Saturday 6th Oct: Day #4
The sunrise shoot is an astounding success!

… and I am on the first car-load out of there (thankfully some people with cars had to be back in Brisbane for work, so I was able to hitch a ride).

As soon as my housemate picks me up from my drop-off point (at this stage I was too far-gone to try for a bus), it’s first stop: medical emergency! On advice from a triage nurse over the phone, we headed toward the hospital. When we see the waiting time in the ER, we make other plans (well Narelle made other plans… I was truly out of it by this stage). Narelle took me to her surgery, which only charged $70 for concession card holders on a weekend. Of course I didn’t have $70, so I waited around for my mum to drive up from Ballina (three hours away) so she could pay for it.

High on pain medication, I waved to all the nice people in the waiting room and said hello to them all before almost fainting. Afterward, the nurse was very rude to me, as if she assumed that I was on these drugs for recreational use. I hate it when people assume that. I dislike drugs intensely and think that people who use them for “fun” are freaking knob-heads. The doctor was angry at me for not getting antibiotics sooner, and said that I was very lucky.

Two days, a trip to the dentist, and an x-ray later, I was recovering in my own bed at home, sleeping and being in pain and sleeping mostly.

How am I going to make up all this missed work?

The Laboite Theatre Company’s “Post Office Rose”

Wow, what a disturbing play! …Brilliant acting though (not that I’m an expert on that).

And look who finally made the social pages!

We had the fake-schmoozing down to a tea, pretending to be big players in the magazine industry while sipping free champagne (did I mention free). While Samara was off schmoozing with real celebrities for her job as a publicist, our other mates Adam, Jason, and I stood around looking glamourous while fake-discussing what fake-celebrities we had interviewed in our fake-magazine (best mag EVER). And it paid off- check out our photo on the Laboite Theatre Company website. Yay, we are famous now ;p

This is our first pet at The Boon… first name Harry (as in Dirty Harry); second name Muggles (as in Mr Muggles from Heroes). He is sooo cuute!

Harry is Narelle’s baby, but when she asked if it was okay with me she didn’t need to twist my arm. I’ve been wanting one of these since I was 12 years old and had great ambitions of breeding guinea pigs because I was a mad-keen trekkie and was convinced they looked like tribbles.

Harry is a spoilt little cavy. He will probably be getting his own MySpace page and YouTube channel…

A few weeks ago my friend Samara (who’s a theatre publicist) took me to see my first in a long line of theatre opening nights. First call, “The Reunion” at Metro Arts. Kicked ass! If it was showing for longer I would have seen it again. Very funny, very cool. It made me ponder… if I ran into my 17 year old self what would I say to her?

“Hang on tight sweetie, life may suck for a while but then it’s gonna be awesome!”

“You will also get to dress up for theatre opening nights and take silly photos of yourself on your new digital camera”…

OMG look at these old pics I dug up… oh to be 19 again…

A few old friends recently mentioned to me that they think I looked better with longer hair. Admittedly, they were also guys I used to date so I’m not sure if that means anything, but as I’m still manless that got me thinking…

As one of my best mates said to me,

“I must admit that your usual hotness is eccentuated when you have long hair, and instead of you just being super mega hot, you’re super mega ultra hot, full of awesomness”…

*sigh*

So, do I try the long hair again? Maybe I should set up a poll…

Yes, we all know that I was a movie extra in “Moulin Rouge”, much to the delight of my new housemate Narelle who is planning a Moulin Rouge shadowcast performance in Brisbane next year. She is also an amazing costumer. Look what she made from scratch by hand… apparently it’s the closest reproduction in existence to Nicole Kidman’s headdress from the movie. (The chain is hanging slightly lower here because it was designed to sit atop a wig).

Narelle is an amazing costumer. If you see something you like in a movie or TV show or even a painting, she will draft out the patterns from scratch and have the outfit delivered to you within the week (depending on how much you are paying her and how busy she is).

Her company name is “Threadworx”. Her spiffy new website (which I am totally going to make for her) will be coming soon!