fairy mischief

by Bill Tiepelman

Dancing with the Breeze

Dancing with the Breeze: A Fairy’s Guide to Chaos and Confidence In the heart of the Meadow of Improbable Wonders, where wildflowers whispered secrets and dragonflies gossiped like suburban moms, lived a fairy named Calla. And Calla? Well, Calla was a *lot*. Not in a *causing-the-downfall-of-a-kingdom* way—though, let’s be honest, she’d probably be excellent at that, too. No, Calla was simply a walking, flying, glittering embodiment of “extra.” She didn’t just exist. She *thrived.* Loudly. And sometimes at the expense of other people’s patience. “It’s not my fault,” she would say, tossing her golden curls. “I was born fabulous. Some of us are just built different.” Most fairies in the Meadow had sensible jobs—pollinating flowers, controlling the weather, guiding lost travelers. Calla, on the other hand, had a self-assigned role: *Chief Enthusiasm Officer of General Nonsense.* Which is why, on this particularly sunny morning, she was standing on a toadstool, dramatically monologuing to a crowd of deeply uninterested insects. The Art of Waking Up Fabulous Let’s get one thing straight—Calla was *not* a morning person. In fact, she considered mornings to be a personal attack. They arrived uninvited, they were unnecessarily bright, and worst of all—they required her to function. She had perfected a strict wake-up routine: Groan dramatically and refuse to move for at least fifteen minutes. Knock over her jar of stardust (every. single. morning.). Complain loudly that life was unfair and that she needed a personal assistant. Finally drag herself out of bed and look in the mirror. Admire herself. More admiration. Okay, *one more minute* of admiration. Start the day. Today was no different. She stretched luxuriously, let out a satisfied sigh, and blinked blearily at the world. “Another day of being perfect. Exhausting, honestly.” After throwing on her *signature* fairy outfit—a tiny cropped top, shredded green shorts (courtesy of an unfortunate incident with a hedgehog), and a sprinkling of moon-dust highlighter—she fluttered out of her tree-hollow home, ready to cause *just a little* chaos. The Wind Selection Process Calla had one simple mission today: Find the *perfect* breeze and dance with it. Not just *any* wind would do. No, no, no. This was an art form. A science. A spiritual experience. The breeze had to be just right—strong enough to lift her, soft enough to keep her floating, and ideally infused with just a little magic. She tested the Morning Dew Drift—too damp. Nobody likes soggy wings. The Midday Gust of Disappointment—too aggressive. Almost yeeted her into a tree. The Afternoon Swirl of Indecision—too unpredictable. It nearly carried her into an awkward conversation with Harold the socially anxious squirrel. Finally, just as she was about to give up, the Sunset Whisper arrived. Warm, golden, playful. “Oh yes,” she purred. “This is the one.” Flying, Flailing, and Unexpected Lessons With a running start, Calla leapt into the air and let the wind carry her. She twirled, flipped, let herself get lost in the rhythm of the sky. The world blurred in streaks of green and gold, and for a few perfect moments, she was weightless. Then, because life is rude, she lost control. One second she was soaring. The next, she was spiraling, heading directly for the *one* obstacle in an otherwise open field—Finn. Now, Finn was a fellow fairy, known mostly for his ability to sigh like an old man trapped in a young body. He was a realist, a planner, a problem-solver. He was also, unfortunately, standing exactly where Calla was about to crash. “MOVE!” she yelled. Finn looked up, blinked, and said, “Oh, no.” And then she collided with him, sending them both tumbling into a cluster of wildflowers. Debriefing the Disaster “Calla,” Finn wheezed from beneath her. “Why?” She rolled off him dramatically. “Oh, please. That was at least 70% your fault.” Finn sat up, picking daisies out of his hair. “How, exactly?” “Standing. In my way. Not moving. Existing too solidly.” Finn sighed the sigh of someone who had made poor life choices by knowing her. “So,” he said, “what was today’s lesson? Aside from the fact that you need to work on your landings.” Calla stretched her arms, smiling at the setting sun. “Life is like a breeze. Sometimes you fly, sometimes you crash, but the important thing is—you go for it.” Finn considered this. “Huh. Not bad.” “Obviously.” She flipped her hair. “Now, come on. Let’s go throw rocks into the pond dramatically.” Finn groaned, but followed. Because Calla? Calla made life interesting.     Take the Magic Home Want to bring a little fairy mischief and whimsy into your life? Whether you’re looking to add a touch of enchantment to your walls, snuggle up with cozy magic, or carry a piece of the fairy realm with you—these handpicked products are the perfect way to capture the spirit of Calla’s adventures. ✨ Canvas Print: Elevate your space with the stunning "Dancing with the Breeze" Canvas Print. Let Calla’s carefree energy inspire you daily. 🧚 Throw Pillow: Add a sprinkle of fairy dust to your home with this magical Throw Pillow, perfect for daydreaming and dramatic sighing. 🌙 Fleece Blanket: Wrap yourself in cozy fairy magic with the ultra-soft Fleece Blanket. Ideal for chilly nights or plotting your next mischief. 👜 Tote Bag: Carry a little fairy sass wherever you go with this enchanting Tote Bag. Perfect for magical errands and spontaneous adventures. Life is short—surround yourself with things that make you smile. And remember, when the breeze is right, always dance. 🧚✨

by Bill Tiepelman

Midnight Wings in the Snow

The first snow of the year had fallen overnight, blanketing the enchanted forest in a sparkling layer of frosty magic. It was the kind of scene that poets rave about, children dream of, and Instagram influencers desperately chase. But for Lumina, the self-proclaimed queen of sass and sparkle, it was less enchanting and more of a cold, slushy nightmare. “Oh, for pixie’s sake!” she huffed, adjusting her delicate lace gloves and glaring at the snowflakes that clung stubbornly to her translucent wings. “I get it, winter. You’re fabulous. But did you really have to ruin my morning like this?” It wasn’t that Lumina hated snow. She could appreciate a good glittery aesthetic. But snow days were always a hassle. Her usual dramatic strut through the woods was now a slippery shuffle, and the chill biting at her thighs through her short green skirt was making her rethink every fashion choice she’d ever made. “Why don’t fairies get a ‘snow day’ clause in the magical contract?” she muttered, her breath puffing in the crisp air. “Where’s the union rep for this nonsense?” The Struggle is Real As she trudged along the icy forest path, her violet eyes narrowed at the frozen chaos around her. The pond where she normally admired her reflection was iced over. No glimmering surface to wink at herself? Rude. The trees, heavy with snow, sagged like they’d spent the whole night at an enchanted rave. And worst of all, her favorite mushrooms—her perch for mid-day gossip sessions—were buried under the white menace. “Honestly,” Lumina groaned, brushing snow off her shoulders. “If winter’s going to show up uninvited, the least it could do is cater.” She imagined a fairy-sized cocoa cart with marshmallows and spiked cream, perhaps served by shirtless wood sprites. Now that would make the cold worthwhile. Instead, all she had was a soggy forest, frozen toes, and a growing grudge against Mother Nature. “Do I look like the kind of fairy who enjoys hypothermia?” she called out to no one in particular. A bird overhead chirped in response, but she shooed it away. “Save it, chirpy. I’m not in the mood.” Magic Misfires Deciding that enough was enough, Lumina stopped in a clearing and planted her hands on her hips. “Alright, snow. You think you’re cute? Let’s see how you handle some fairy magic.” She raised her hands, summoning all the glittery energy she could muster. Her plan? Melt the snow with a fiery display of magical sass. But as her wings fluttered and her fingers glowed, a gust of icy wind swirled through the clearing. The spell fizzled, and instead of melting the snow, she ended up with a face full of frost. “Oh, COME ON!” Lumina shrieked, wiping the icy glitter from her cheeks. “I’m a fairy, not a snow cone!” She stomped her foot, which immediately sunk ankle-deep into the slush. “Perfect. Just perfect.” A Frosty Visitor As Lumina was about to give up and retreat to her mushroom house for the rest of the winter, she heard a soft chuckle behind her. Turning sharply, she saw a tall figure emerging from the snowy woods. It was Jack Frost himself, the ultimate winter bad boy, with his icy blue hair and a smirk that could melt glaciers—or at least annoy Lumina to no end. “Having a rough morning, are we?” Jack asked, leaning casually against a tree that instantly frosted over at his touch. “Don’t start with me, Frosty,” Lumina snapped. “Your whole winter wonderland thing is cute and all, but I’m not in the mood.” Jack laughed, his frosty breath swirling in the air. “You know, most fairies adore the snow. They dance, they sparkle, they—” “Freeze their tiny butts off?” Lumina interrupted, crossing her arms. “Sorry, Jack, but not all of us are built for sub-zero strutting.” He grinned, clearly amused. “Tell you what, princess. I’ll make you a deal. I’ll whip up a little magic to keep you warm, but you owe me a favor come spring.” Lumina raised a skeptical brow. “What kind of favor?” “Oh, nothing too big,” Jack said with a wink. “Just a tiny sprinkle of your glitter magic when I need it. Deal?” She hesitated, eyeing him suspiciously. But the cold was starting to creep into her very soul—or at least her fashionable lace gloves—and she decided to take the gamble. “Fine. But if this ‘magic’ of yours ruins my aesthetic, we’re going to have words.” The Glittery Finale Jack snapped his fingers, and a swirl of warm, sparkling air enveloped Lumina. Instantly, she felt the chill fade, replaced by a cozy glow that left her wings shimmering even more brilliantly than before. She did a quick twirl, admiring the effect. “Not bad, Frost,” she admitted grudgingly. “You might just be useful after all.” “I aim to please,” Jack said with a mock bow. “Enjoy your snow day, princess.” As he disappeared into the woods, Lumina felt a smile tug at her lips. Maybe winter wasn’t so bad after all—at least, not when you had a little extra sparkle to keep things fabulous. With her wings aglow and her sass fully restored, she set off through the snowy forest, ready to conquer the day with style. Because even on the coldest of mornings, Lumina knew one thing for sure: if you couldn’t beat the snow, you might as well slay in it.    Bring "Midnight Wings in the Snow" Into Your World If Lumina’s frosty adventure brought a little sparkle to your day, why not bring her magic home? Explore these beautiful products inspired by the whimsical charm of "Midnight Wings in the Snow": Framed Print: Add a touch of elegance to your home with this enchanting winter scene beautifully framed for any space. Tapestry: Transform your walls with the magical allure of this winter fairy in a stunning tapestry. Puzzle: Relive the frosty charm piece by piece with a delightful puzzle featuring Lumina in her snowy wonderland. Greeting Card: Share the magic with loved ones using this beautiful card, perfect for any occasion. Browse these and more at shop.unfocussed.com, and let the magic of "Midnight Wings in the Snow" enchant your life!