When you are putting away jewels and folding scarves, and a furry fortune teller wants to snag a few for his own costuming needs, well, there is nothing much you can do but say, okay then, here ya go…
Fur and silk and coins, oh my!
Now, he stands on his word that he can predict happenings, and tell the bestest fortunes.
He promises.
In fact, he invites you to send in your fortune requests about this or that, and promises to leave you a reply. An accurate one at that 😉
Got something stirring you need answers to?
Hmmmm.
He's thinking, one sec…
Ah yes!
Shazam!
He knew the answer all along.
So, while you are thinking up your question…
Fortune Teller Furtunato (Fur-tunato) is going to take a bath, relax and get ready for some real work…
Ask away….
A nap, a bath and then let him look into his crystal ball for you!
You will be so pleasantly surprised at his accuracy.
Any questions left for him, will magically appear in comments.
Replied to by Furtunato himself.
Of course.
How much will this cost you, you ask?
Why, it's FREE!
Yes, Free!
And, only at A Fanciful Twist.
For a very limited time.
He's good, I tried him myself.
He was able to tell me exactly where the pretzels were hiding.
That Fur-tunato!
I almost went crazy looking for them.
Why, if it wasn't for him, I would have fallen right off the edge.
Goodness knows what I would have done.
Raided the local Slurp & Gas or something.
(tee hee)
Better take advantage of his skills while he's in town!
🙂
Love, V
Can you predict how I will do on my AP exam?
Ah yes, wee Jessica, maker of mischief and goodness…..
I the great Furtunato (fur-tunato, get it? hee hee)knew that if you
found your way here, school and exams would be on your mind.
You must prepare yourself for the journey. Fill thy brain with all the knowledge on the topic you can muster, and you will feel confident and excel.
But, think yourself knowledgeable enough to forgo studying, and ye will cry
the tears of failure.
Preparedness is key, and I know you will be prepared and do more than
well.
Do not let yourself fall into distractions and wells of too much confidence.
Make sure you keep a level head, and know more than you need to.
Now go, and do well…………………
~ That will cost two belly rubs.
🙂
Brilliant! Miles the Furtunato 😉 The cutest imaginable. And my question for the amazing, mischievious and magnificent one?
Will this upcoming year give me better luck in romance? Hehe, just for fun, I don’t really need a guy 😉
Oh thank you, Great Furtunato, for the wonderful prediction! I shall go forth into the land of Study to prepare myself for this test. And I will package your belly rubs into a box and mail them to you, hehe 🙂
Dearest Furtonato, will this childlike old woman, who does not think of herself as old at all, who chose to give up work in the medical field to raise her own babies, ever find a job, now that one is needed? I have looked and looked every day but cannot find a position that pays for a Dreamer.
P.S. You are ever SO handsome in your gypsy attire! And that smile…beyond charming!
**wet puppy kisses** Deb
Jenn, lovely lass of wooded forests…
Love shall find thee indeed, whence thee is not looking at all…
And, thou shall not even know, that cupid has struck thy heart, in fact, hatred might turn into love.
Quite like Pride and Prejudice.
As a wise old witch once told me, the distance between love and hate, is but one step of the foot.
Believe in love, true and kind – and it will fall out of the sky for you, a long life and ardent love.
But seeing it, that will be the difficult task, oh fair maiden. Open thy eyes wider than ever…thy heart even more.
And then, ye shall see.
~ That will cost three hugs.
🙂
Deborah, beauty divine, ageless and loved…
A job, golden and sparkly will be in front of your path before long.
Light the golden flame candle night after night, asking for the job thou deserves and is rightfully hers.
Speak to three angels that surround you. Uriel, Gabriel and Raphael. Ask them to keep the proverbial candle lit when it blows out…
But most importantly, hug and love thyself, and know that all you deserve and long for is right before you…
Open the door, welcome it in, and it shall be yours….soon, so sooon.
~That will costs one fairy kiss blown on the wind.
Hello gorgeous and furry one! If I may ask, what can this fae feline (who is friend to canines too, fear not) do to make herself known so as to make a living with her passions? My partner and I have wonderful wares that we’ve created with love and care. If only more people knew about them, our bills could be paid, but how? Thank you Wise One. I love your finery! P.S. Tell your momma I adore her lovely blog!
Dear Golden Woof Wonderful One Master of predicting the future ~ but one who is a Tail Wagging good boy “Fortunato” … my question ~ did oh so woofderful one ~ is will my dREaM of opening a place (& finding a home/place) where wee little ones and older girls too will come, create, learn, dREaM, experience new things, feel good about themselves, & bEelieve and discover that there is a swan within that needs to bEe free… that place I call will be “aRT dUcKlings – discover the swan from within” it is a dREaM that I hope will bEecome a reality for me & others too….Here’s to a howling & fetching good time for you while you predict our fortunes “O Fortunato”… have a barking good night ~ sweet dREaMs and many treats too for you ;O) xox
Ah the Great Fortunato i have heard of thee!!! Will yonder house be mine forever more ever more??
Feline dreamers unite….Starcat open thy eyes to the most magical sight… of dreams come true, and darkest of night sky blue….
Whisper thy wishes to the wind, for 13 nights, and sing….
“I believe in my dreams, I believe they shall find me, I take this key and open myself to all that is good, the selling of wares in abundance is over that hill, waiting…come find me….”
And it shall be so….
Marlene, bee keeper of ducklings feathered young, swans oh swans, swans to come…
Your inner swan holds your hand, and guides you to the truth….
The truth is that all that is good shall be. Mermaids with wings chant to thee…..
“Fairytales are yours, they will come true, fairytales will bee free, with you, in two times three….”
Hold on to the golden thread, and do not let go…….the skies will whipser when the time has come, and you will know….
But whatever thee does, thou shan’t ever give up….hold on…hold on….And believe…
Deb, professor of learning just to breathe… deep and sound and freshest of air….
Thy roof, thy walls, thy love asleep inside – cozy and happy, in there love lies…
One thing to note, is wherever thou is ought to reside, shall be perfect and wonderful, no matter day or time- because it is a home held in love by thee.
Alas, when I look into my crystal ball I see, yonder house belongs to she, and shall reside within you and give you shelter forever more….
But, if chance and circumstance should say that under that roof, there is no longer a Debling to stay, then better and grander love shall find its way….
Though note, for today, the path looks like the answer is, yes, forever more you shall stay….
Oh Furtunato-
What do you see
the summer
will bring
for me?
Bells and fur,
barks and love, tell me please
Furtunato the fair-
about my summer if you dare.
GG Pinksterita too whoo whoo.
Awesome Fortunato, will this Arizona summer be one to remember or one to forget as I seem to be melting already? Oh great one , Would you suggest maybe, me owning one Circle K , QT, 7-Eleven or AmPm mini marts, to see me through? If so can you see me winning the lottery? TeeHeeHee! ; )
Oh, Dearest Furtunato….your wisdom is as vast as your good looks, your insight as deep as your chocolate brown gaze….please share with me your knowledge this day.
Will my child, so sweet and loving, continue to keep me in her favor when she has grown?
Oh Amazing Fortunato, I will soon board a train to a new home far away. What do you see in my future? And should I wear my green or my red hat on the train?
Your most humble seeker,
Gilly
Oh magnificent Fortune Teller Fortunato,please tell me what will the rest of the spring and summer bring for me?
Ooooh, sweet Furtunado, I am so delighted with my fortune! Purr purr purr… How shall I repay you?
Two G.G. and the Pinkster is her name, magical muse and enchantress all the same….
A summer of memories to be made, eternal love in gasping waves…
Look here, look there, look everywhere – the world is your oyster, of that you know well, love abound in your heart, will continue to swell, and explode and envelope your every move, inviting everyone you pass to come closer to you.
The birds the fairies, the growing things too. Feathered creatures and furs will beg to create a nest in the hair upon you, adorning your head with baubles from nature….
You say yes, and accept the adventure….
A summer to always remember.
Kelly, fluttering by through your life, lovely and kind – warm walls of heat and mountains of sand surround you…
Play the game and one day, thee shall win indeed. But one can not think to win, if one doth not play 😉
Imagine thyself surrounded by snow, pain from the cold piercing each bone. Shivering horribly, no solace within….
Alone, in the dark cold….
Then, think of warmth, sipping cool drinks poured in the sun. With a choice to cool down, or be warm.
Think of the heat as nursing your bones, and feel the healing properties it bestows…
Then summer will be more than your friend, and suffering in heat will come to and end…
Cameron, ah yes, the thoughts of a mother who loves so much…
Intertwined with a daughter, in a life so vast, yet passing by ever so fast. Mulled like wine, delicate and divine…
To care and to keep and to set free, to believe in her, and lead her this way or that way, but then to say, whatever you choose shall be okay – and if it should go wrong, I will still be here to wipe your tears away….
That is the recipe for a long good life with thy daughter….
But the recipe is sometimes changed, as it is quite hard to follow – the work of a mother, so complex, and the heart never hollow….
But I see in my third eye, that the bond between you and your daughter will always be beautiful, even if a turbulence might one day pass by…
Gilly – traveling by train, in a hat of green or perhaps, of red so sheen…
Let’s see what I seee, in the signs………
Ah yes, far away you go, with so many happenings you can’t possibly know. Goodness and friendships await. Trails with secrets and delicacies before 8…
And so many tales, you shan’t hardly wait, for the journey that is soon to unfold.
Tread with care, and be aware, don’t let the man with the blueish hair tell you anything you don’t want to know….
Set people free who aren’t true to thee, and you shall go on skipping without a care….
True to yourself is your motto……
Roselie, seeker of what days shall bring…..
Keep thy eyes wide and open, for each day holds a golden token… of magic and lore, and goodnesses more and more.
Change thy perception when things get rough, take a deep breath, and always be tough.
Days will be long and beautiful, make sure to rest. Everything will be operating at full best.
There will be ups and downs and all arounds, but everything will be beautiful and fine in the end. Go into the world as you are, with kindness and belief in everything, and more, and tales unimaginable will be yours…
Amazing Furtunato, you are the most glorious fortune teller I have ever seen. Please do tell me if I shall someday soon be able to retire and spend my days with my own furry creatures. I send many hugs and kisses as thanks, oh golden one.
Ok. my first comment in 2 Years reading your blog: How absolutely adorable. I love him.
Amazing Furtonato, will there be a furry companion in my future? I lost my last one 5 years ago an now I am afraid.
Dearest most kindest Charlene, friend of the heart….
A very wise old witch, well over 352 years of age, living in a cave in the forest, on the side of a waterfall – once told me the grandest tale….
The tale of how she was once a realtor, Yes a realtor. And grew to detest her job, selling stone palaces to snooty women — the stress, the green hair it gave her, the hairs on her chin, and the warts!! Oh my! Over time, even the people she once worked with, who she once loved, turned her skin to snake scales….
She longed to be free in the forest, with all of her deer and minature goats roaming free. Picking nuts and berries with the squirrels. Until one day it came time for her to leave her job….She had had enough and walked away.
She skipped and played and had a wonderful time…..for a very long time….
Until one day, she so missed her old friends. That time in her life, no matter the work and stress she loathed…..she wished she had enjoyed it more. The silly company parties, the friday fun. All that she longed to get away from, she now longed for………
And so, she said to me, to whisper to thee on the skirt tails of the whipping wind that……
Thy life shall be chang-ed so very soon. With days of frolic and play, and fur baby love for hours on end……
However, from time to time that girl called you, will miss the time in work, the parties the silly friends, even the work itself…….
So, advice from a witch who did it all wrong…….absorb it all now, so that in the very near future it shall not be missed……..
And only frolic and play shall guide the way….to eternal happiness and sunshine.
You are one of the most wonderful souls of your very own secert forest, and only more goodness to your already lovely life is yet to come……..
In abundance….
And always, always ~ dream big…..
Love, Fur-tunato
Nimue, kind Nimue, tender of heart I see…..
With fear of love lost, and how the pain enveloped thee, once, those 5 years ago.
Ah, the tale wrapped in fortunes I have to share came to me as a wee furry pudgy baby boy, told by none other than my very own mother.
A human is she, not very tall, not very tall at all (5′ 2″ on a good day), but very kind, and loving and purveyor of letting me eat almost whatever I wanted. Which, made her extra special to me you see…..
But, the tale she told that will always stick with me, and will inevitably unlock the door to your heart goes like this…….
Once, a girl (my mother), met a blonde golden retriever. At the time, she was not a dog person. Alas, 10 years passed and she made a beautiful life with her dog called Baby….A girl dog who changed her completely.
She even adopted a little brother for Baby at the end of her time. Not knowing the end would come soon.
All was well and happy and lovely…
Until…
One day, Baby was found with a bloody nose, and the girl knew in her heart, in her mind, that something was gravely wrong.
SO grave that she vividly felt the problem at hand, and she dropped to her knees in the sand, and cried with loud sobs, pain filling every bit of her heart, a pain unlike she ever knew….
And, it was in that moment, that she knew what true love was.
She thought she had known true love by falling in love with men over her life, and in losing love – thought she knew the pain of love.
But she was wrong. There was no pain in love like she felt at that moment.
Her and Baby, and Baby’s human dad, cried and cried.
And one day, just months after Baby first got sick, with the sky candy pink and lavender and clouds so fluffy you could taste them, she left this earth and ventured into the skies….
The girl thought she would die from pain in her heart.
Her eyes had been opened.
Opened to the the purest of loves.
She knew at that moment that there are those who one day are gifted the understanding of furry love, and those that never are.
There are only two sides.
Those who get it, and those who don’t.
But her eyes, had been opened, and she thought she would never ever ever love again like that…..
She loved her furry little boy ardently, and she loved her human Mister. But, there was a vast void in her now….
She cried everyday for 6 months.
Never thinking she could welcome another fur into her home.
And then, one day at the end of December, she awoke and knew, just like that knew, that on that very day she would adopt a new fur.
She looked in the Newspaper, one golden fur left.
Chosen for her she felt.
She drove and drove to adopt him, and drove back home with a tiny bundle in her lap (me).
She took him home, and the rest of her faimly adored him right away, fur brother included.
And then, the journey of the heart began……
The days that went by opened her heart more and more, and filled the void more and more and more and more and more….
Until, she had grown wiser….
She realized, the gift of fur love is that you can love again!
And you will. There is so much room in the heart. So much more than we think.
It is like magic, the fur love. And she knew, that never again should any person of broken fur heart wait too long to love again.
Because the gift of fur, is that, they open your heart and mend it perfectly.
And yes, one day it will break again – when the time comes to say good-bye…..
And you will hurt and cry and weap rivers of true pain loss…
But once again, there will be love to be found….
And that is the greatest gift of all…
So, dearest Nimue, I say to you…..
Say good-bye to that fear in your heart of love wrapped in loss.
There is love for you again, of the furry variety….
Open your heart and it will find you….when you least expect….
It’s right around the corner…..
That perfect unconditional precious love…
Awaits you….
And never fear, the love you had for your fur lost, never goes away. You might even still cry from time to time…. but the gift of more fur makes everything so much better.
I Promise.
Fur-tuna to, I am in agony over my best friend falling for a man who wants to move her all the way across the country far from a lifetime of family and friends. Please tell me my prayers will be answered and she won’t leave. I cry every time I think about it. You sure do make a super cute fortune teller!
Ann
Dearest Furtunato, Queenie is simply smitten with your photo spread and besotted with your wisdom that all thoughts of any questions needing answers has flown right out of my head most likely heading due west to sun bath on a lovely coastal beach. Think, think, think… oh bother, Pooh Bear brain. I generously give my question spot up to another who’s heart is heavy and needs the love and kindness only Furtunato can give.
Have a great day!
Always, Queenie
Oh Furtunato, You are all so wise and knowing. I have 2 questions for you, I hope that is alright… I am asking how my early summer gardens will grow? I have taken the time and given them all my love? 2nd queation..When will I be over my early summer bad cold?
Thank you your wiseness..
I will post my garden photos as soon as my cold is gone.
Oh so, wise and Adorable, Furtunato, Thank You, for all your wisdom! You are Sssooo right I do need to play to win. 😉 . How soothing and refreshing your answer to my questions! I blow you a kiss and may our winds carry it to you!<3
I must say your reply to Nimue was just perfect and it brought tears. Please Nimue, please know there is more fur love for you to have again. There are so many a fur out there, just awaiting, for you to find and love again. I too have been there and felt your pain. <3
Ann oh lovely Ann….reminds me of Anne Shirley, how she loved her bosom buddy…And they were seperated for drinking too much cherry cordial…
Which perhaps is what you will need to keep your mind off of things, some proper old fashioned cherry cordial, kept nice and cool in the pantry….?
As I look further into my crystal ball, I see an answer dancing to and fro for thee….
The answer is this –
Love your friend, and wish her bliss. She might go, she might stay… but either way, the test of all tests of friendship true, is to love her no matter how her move will crush you.
Wish her the best, and make her feel not bad, but glad that she has found love with a nice lad.
The feeling I get is that there is a chance she may go….But will return soon, why? no one will know.
For now love her well, and spend lots of time, and whatever shall happen send it into the heavens of time.
There is no control over anything, this I do know. So fret not, cry not – just be, enjoy time now, times three.
And when the crescent moon lingers in the sky, send up your wishes, ever so high….
For I see that something different and unusual is also coming your way….. Something for which you have long prayed….
Queenie oh Queenie, friend of so many, tender of heart and soul….
For showing such goodness you’re granted three wishes, covered in frosting aglow.
Use them wisely and beware of what you wish for…
True they will come, you’ll see, beginning in two days plus three.
Miss Linda, kindest lass of the far northern woods, where all is green and lovely…
Thy sickness shall leave ye in 5 nights, completely… But heed this warning, care for thyself more than ever, as though doth not want to be sick in spring weather.
A peek into the crystal ball shows astoundingly beautiful gardens headed your way…All coming to fruition, if ye continues to listen, to the song of nature, well written.
Care and love is what it needs, and dusting off of fairy’s wings….
The secret garden will be yours…..You’ll see…
Furtunato, Thank you for your lovely, thoughtful reply. I am just like Anne Shirley and my best friend is just like Diana. Oh how I LOVE Anne of Green Gables and Anne of Avonlea! I think you’re right…I should wish her bliss and be happy that she’s happy. It is so hard when things change and so hard to say goodbye to people you love when you know things will never be the same. Furtunato, you are ever so wise and I want you to know your response brought tears to my eyes. You are very wise. Blowing you kisses all the way from Ohio.
Yo, Fur Boy. So, now you’re famous. You sit around in the air conditioning wearing fine silk & bling, You are sooo wise and debonaire. Your insight is magnificent. I would be quite appreciative if you would answer my most vexing questions.
Who, my furry friend, shall help me pick up all the doggie doo you & your brother leave around the yard. Who might help fill in all the holes you dig now that you, in all your fineness are predisposed. By the way, I don’t mind covering for you by running to the fence & barking or chasing rabbits. I look forward to your magnanimous insight.
Please give my regards to your sweet & wonderful momma.
What magnificent fortunes you tell, or is it tail? Oh, Grand Furry Furtunato. Alas! Me thinks most of my tale has been told, but I still go forth to seek my fortune by writing novels. Will I ever get to the end of my book writing? Will it ever come to pass that my books will be read by the whole fiction world? That is my purposed question. As life sure seems to ‘doggone’ busy at the moment. (Hope you like the doggy pun!)
Miss Anxious Teresa
And give my hugs to your blessed mommie!
^U^
what a stunning telling your fortune outfit… so jealous!!!! Oh great Furtunato what does the future hold for me??? will I actually get anything done today??? xxxx
Adorable post. He was just made for all that finery.
Oh great Furtunato please predict sunny skies and no rain when we make our journey to the beach of Fla in July (I know that is a couple months away but I know you can do it).
Furtunato, you are one gorgeous twinkling ball of fur! I’d never noticed how beautiful your eyes are until you pulled back your ears with that beautiful scarf! Too fun!
Oh Dearest Vanessa and Oh Magnificent Furtunato,
I have no questions light enough to bring to Your Enchanted Tent of Marvel and Wisdom. However, please know that your answers to others’ questions have brought sunshine to my day on this, another seemingly endless day of rain and gloom here in the damp and chilly Northeast!
(What a magical world you live in, Miss V! I giggled along with you at “Slurp and Gas”!!)
Hugs to you and your Mr. Lovey and ear scratchings to Mr. Furtunato and his Dear Brother Matty,
Betty
Teresa in California, the tales you have to tell, do so adorn ya…
They twinkle in your eyes, and gift such great surprise!
They are words to fill the mind, of thoughts and places more than divine…
Write on write on, words fluttering on dishwashing soap bubbles….
Write and all shall unfold…..To be seen in golden coves of dolphin dreams…
Olive Olive Appleby, you twist and twirl in a glittering swirl and oh so happily cry!!!!
Whisking that and tossing this, fluffing that and rustling that…
The things to come, the things you can get done, more than the mind can see….
You can bake cakes, 4 towers time three, and mop the floors and dust the linens and paint thy lips in shades of glossy crimsons!!!
Dance in a pinafore, covered in lace, and tango with a matador, make haste- make haste!
The days upon days are full of a journey, ice-cream and cocunut, run darling hurry!!
It all awaits, jump in head first! The things you can accomplish will make your heart burst!!
With confetti glittered and new, of course 🙂
Dearest Renee, kind to the tips of her soul….
Don’t worry, not think it, don’t be in a flurry – the weather is no ones to predict – it’s moody and blurry.
It bends the wood and plunks on tin, rat at at at, rat at at at – it shines like mermen in the gym, ra tat tat tat, ra tat tat tat!!!
It does the oppsite of what we intend, and puckers our lips as we cock our hips…
But, don’t worry dear friend, the weather shall and might, or possibly maybe, comply.
Though, if it should rain on a trip meant for fun in the scorching and dry sun, think of me – So furry!!
Tears of happiness from the clouds – and all the love and magic that the ocean bestows, sing out loud!
Chelsy, I kissssssssss you.
Oh Betty Dear Betty, in her gossamer tea room, with questions so deep we might need some bee-droom. (you know, bee magic)
We know thy thoughts, deep as the sea – from time to time, sent on to me….
I will make things turn out a-okay, and wrap them in ribbon and sail them on a ship of dreams far away….
And whenst life should get so difficult to breathe in, send it my way, no matter the season…
I’ll fix you up my lemon drop, like cherry souffle for no reason and plop!
But only because, you are lovely of mind body and soul………no teasin.
And your heart doth know, the real reason….
Oh, the headdress of scarves and coins! How dashing you are, Furtunato.
When, oh when, will my little daughter #2 arrive, O Wise One?
WHEN??????
Laura Irrgang, creative enchantress, mother of baby about to come into the world…..
When the clock strikes midnight, open thy eyes – and note that baby will soon arrive.
With two kicks and a jolt, she will knock to say the time is near, and by Monday sweet dear, there will be baby tears…
Just days, a handful, maybe less – oh what a time of sheer restlesness!
How lovely how sweet, a baby sister your wee one will meet!!
Soon soon, be ready to go…. The baby’s a knockin in a day + plus the shake of a hobbit’s toe!!
Hooray!
Dearest Furtunato,Where did you find that tribal belt of coins?? Do you see one in my future for less then $100? Me thinks I shall be green with envy for such a very long time…hehe!! But seriously, thou hast thou own moderator within the Fanciful Realm? So Fabulous that thou has words, now if I could only get Elmo to tell me where I left that Lavender Chocolate bar “-). So So CutE my Beloved Fanciful Friendling!!!
xoxo Cori
Dearest Bedecked Bow-wow
Things have been stuck for years. Quicksand cement stuck. To the core. I have worked(and worked and worked) the wonders, both mundane and magical, to no avail, and can not abide to stay in a murk dimension for longer then the already way too long. I am mostly completely alone, and all but the Fay have not cared, and even They, fair Fey, have not been able to pry me loose. Please advise, Oh, Furry Friend. I Grant you Blessings, without end..
You have waxed eloquent…most beloved Furtunato with your more than divine answer. I shall Write On! and on and on…
thank you for your inspiring advice!!!
May you have oodles of doggie bones to chew upon for your noble deed of telling fortunes!
Oh most wise one, Furtunato,
Will my beans sprout from seeds I purchased last year, or must I replant them with a packet from 2012?
Thank you oh wise Furtunato, how could I forget the unpredictablness of weather? If we hear that rat a tat tat we’ll just go shopping:)
Sweet Furtunato,
I must ask this of you, for I also have my own “Furtunato” at home, who looks so much like you it’s quite scary. How does one take the love of talking, or should I say barking away from one as lovely as yourself? I don’t mean this to be taken with any disrespect, but one does tire of hearing your kinds beautiful voice, especially in the early morning hours. 😉
Sincerely,
Martha
Coriest of G’s, friend of hollyhock and buttered brie, oh meee 😉 ! And bees!
Thy desires of coins on pinkest of ribbons, antique so delicious, are in your wishes?
Find a man from Afghanistan, with coins a~jingling a~jangling… he brings beeaded art and antique bowls canary yellow -oh so smart! Oh and coins, so many coins you will want to simply fa–
Oops, the ryhyme got a little messy there 😉
But let’s just say, the coins come from far away, old as old are days…. if I see him passing by I shall send him your way…..With coins on your hips, you will sway all day!!
Furtunato, I am LOVING your gypsy fashion sense. Bet you get that from your mama. Oh, and pssst, can I get some inside info? Don’t tell your mama. Shhhh. When are we going to get a peek inside a completed cottage??? Thank you for your time, oh furry furiend!
Oh Anna Anna Anna, stuck in cement and quicksand!! This is grave grave, grave indeeeeed!
But do not fret, we shall pry you loose, with pickled wishes and a speckled goose!
I look deep into my crytsal ball, and I see the day, you unintentionally let a witch into your midst – and boy did she play.
She cursed you with a spell, covered everything beautiful with the foggiest smell – to keep everything good away…..
The thing we must know, to the tips of our toes is how to protect all we are. Cover our dreams with magical tar, that no one can take them away.
Put on a shield made of golden bowevils, that won’t tarnish, not even a day….
Put on a lamp, like a hat – twirling, singing to bad things, “go go go far away!”
Sing “My life is my own, I unbind the bad, and let in the goodnesses of good. My life I do love, my heart I do mend, let all that is dark crack and bend!”
Believe in this, do not let it drift, for you floated too far away. But all will be fixed, of this I can say, give it a day plus a day.
Next time keep your map, to the girl that you are, tucked safely so safely away….
Your are free from the clutches, release and go play……
Never ever to feel this way again, not even a day…..
Hang on – Hang on, and never let go….
You are lovely, and that is to stay.
Teresea Cleveland Wendel… Lovely you, with bean sprouts found at Mendels 🙂
Or wherever thou hast found them…
Seeds old by a year, but never fear, they will grow slow and possibly quite dear.
They might not get too tall, or be as green as you wish – nor will Jack and the Beanstalk meet you for a desert dish…
But they shall grow indeed.
If magic beans is what you seek, then find a man on the side of the road with beans carrying the numbers of 2,0, and 12.
Then you shall have just what you want, no questions, or pondering schmendels. (whatever those are)
However, there is a chance that if fairy wings flutter, just over the beans as they sprout and they putter through the sand into freshest of land –
You might have some winners, for scrumptious dinners, and the previous need not apply 😉
Tee hee!
Martha sweet Marhta, with ornaments so divine – glistening like sherry & vintage brandywine….
Questions such questions, oh sneaky you! Questions of songs, sung like barking the blues…
I tell one thing, I can’t deny I am spoiled, no barking or crying from me –
As I put a spell on mommy darling, you see.
Whatever I want I get.
Whatever I desire, I don’t fret.
She brings it to me, in 3 seconds, and weeeee, no barking, no barking from me.
Please tell her not, this thing I have done. She might be cross, or sad.
But let me work up some magic, a spell for you…. so that you know how to tune up your sweet pups tune!!
It may be something else he wants from you? Like kisses or great big hugs (done that, maybe he wants more?). Perhaps he is hungry or needs to pee grande? One never knows these things, except on Mondays.
So there lies the answer, to be revealed to you, Monday or Tuesday, not Sunday.
Singing from pups, the reason to come….And then from here on out, it’s just fun fun fun!! In the sun!!
😉
Linda P. You want answers to the same questions as my momma, I seeeeeee 🙂
Dad, called Mister and lovee too, hath been working all year it seems it’s true.
He is slow, but perfect, this we know, in his workmanship all lovely & aglow.
Last week he freaked momma out, who saved him really, and then had to go to the hospital all day, weery. This, on the very day he would finish the cottage, oh darn to life’s unexpected smoggage…
So, now we are waiting for the time to come – thankfully he is all better and perfectly grand again (100% really), working magic with his manly hands. He must file that, sand this, seal that, protect this or the other – mostly on weekends, as he works week days… sigh….
It’s driving momma insane you see, but she says nothing, just “thanks honey bee” 🙂 And keeps the whole thing to herself under her sleeve.
She gave up itching to get inside.
She sort of put it totally out of her mind.
This weekend he says, will be the time.
But she stopped wondering, just hoping it’s one day before it’s Christmas time (again)…
That she will get to play inside. And when the time comes you must fly over amongst midnight clouds in fairy hours…..
For tea and toast and giggled roast (not my fave), for tales oh so divine!! 😉
But for now, she exerts patience, and never ever whines – for the luck of the cottage is goodness so fine, so patience she musters up… Somehow 😉
(But secretly is fainting with anticipation to get inside, oh my!)
Oh, me needest to say that Linda P. be Linda Diane, mine Furry One. Argh–ness. A thousand pardons, oh Furtunato. Some places in this world of cybernation I be Linda P. Here I was Linda Diane whenst I started, and thy mother said she lovested that name, so I keptest that one here in this world. I accidental-like forgotted to change it this time when I posted. I shall try notst to makest that mistook again. Oopest. OK, now I shall go readest thine response so kindly given.
Furtunato–I just wanted to tell you that I took my AP exam today and heeded your advice by taking practice tests the days before. Thanks for the confidence booster 🙂 I hope I did okay!
This is the most fun I’ve had reading comments on a blog! Such fun!
Oh, those furry gypsies are the best! How lovely he looks! 🙂 my little fur babies are laying here sleeping and snoring…good thing, or they’d be jealous of this ensemble!
Beloved Linda P. Sneaky little you!!! 😉 🖤 🖤 🖤
Too, too CUTE…he looks gorgeous!!! ~H🖤~
How sweet Furtunato is!!!! What a kindly and CUTE fortune teller. I’d love to hear whatever this kindly soul has to tell. 🙂 What a sage purveyor of wisdom and generosity is he! xoxo
Oh great one do you see a sister for my puppy doggie in his future or is he too spoiled to share my love?
Yipppeee Furtunato!!! I shall look for him coming round the bend with his ribbons and coins draped about his loins…”-)…must keep the rhymin in timin…hee hee!!
we love thee!!!!
My Dearest Furtunato, Since you already know this, as you know all things, this seems a bit redundant, but I MUST write it in words: I got my sparkly, magical job on May 16th,two days after your prediction! Habilitator for special needs children!!! **squeals with JoY** Please give your beautiful Mama 23 kisses for me! Big Love, Deb
Miles is just the sweetest furtunato I’ve ever seen 😉 Can he tell me if I’m having a boy or girl…that’s what I’d like to know?! I’m seeing a new card in your shop with one of those sweet shots, how darling they are.
Big hugs,
Jamie 🙂
Laura Irrgang, creative enchantress, mother of baby about to come into the world….