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Another festive season officially over; time to hang up my fairy wings for another year.
When I was growing up, we had a book of old music-hall piano songs, one of which was “Nobody Loves a Fairy When She’s Forty”. That always sounded ridiculously ancient to me – how on earth could anyone want to be a fairy at forty years old? And here I am, just that age and loving playing dress-up as much as I ever did!
11 thoughts on “Wings”
Fairy nice image….I know….groan
Are these wings ‘one size fits all’ as I may have to put in an order for a pair, love the magic wand accessory.
I never got the idea that the Fairy Godmother was exactly a spring chicken…
If you can be a fairy at 40 can I be one at 46?? lol I wanna play too! 🙂 Beautiful and frilly capture…love these magical wings!
No one can tell you when to hang up your wings (except maybe the FAA)! You keep ’em as long as you want! (BTW: You don’t look 40! Lovely portrait.)
Love the soft color and fluffy wing tips.
I’d say: A Fairy is always young!
—-I want to wear those…
Very sparkly :D.
Looks like delightful fun!
If you’re young at heart, you can be a fairy until at least 99 yrs!