I hate most websites on faeries because all they consist of are gallery after gallery of stupid cutesy faery-like artwork. Ugh! Faeries are bad-ass, they do not sit on periwinkles all day and wave magic wands. Okay, so maybe faeries aren't bad-ass...then what are they?

See, I may be a nature hippie at times and I may listen to Tori Amos, but until a couple of years ago, I thought "faeries" were the fruitiest bunch of crap I had ever heard. Pfft, faeries? Yeah, okay. Then a string of events occured that lead me to believe that we have a faery infestation.

Event 1: My mother, who is very anal about her jewelry and where she puts it, could not find her pair of amethyst earrings. We searched all over, high and low to no avail. After a couple of months, she gave in and bought a new pair. The next day, we found her old earrings sitting under the bench in front of her vanity, missing the backs. Now mind you, we have a lot of cats which equals to a lot of cat hair and dirt on our floors which in turn equals frequent sweeping -- there is no way the earrings could have survived under her bench for that long. Also, according to many sources, faeries love amethysts.

Event 2: It was that time -- by that I mean, time for me to purchase a ticket for my prom. Since I am me, I ended up waiting until the last day to purchase it. The night before, I went to my wallet to retrieve my student I.D. card and it was missing! I could not purchase my ticket without it! The day to retake the picture card had just passed! I WAS SCREWED! I tore the house apart that night, searching well into the morning house trying to find my card. It was hopeless. The next morning, I woke up for school and sadly walked out into the dining room. "Look!" my mom said, "Dad found your card!" Yay, my card! I bought my ticket without a hitch and when I came home that night, my mom and I prepared a special dinner for my dad. He came home and asked what the fuss was. When we told him it was because he found my card, he said, "Card? What card?" My mom said, "I found in on the dining room table after you left for work this morning." My dad replied by saying, "I did not see nor did I leave a card on the table this morning." So did my card mysteriously place itself upon the table within a matter of minutes...or was it the work of FAERIES?

Of course, other events similar to these but far less dramatic occur on a regular basis. 

So what would make me think this is the work of faeries and not some other sort of being? I don't know...it couldn't be a ghost because our house was blessed. As said before, we have many cats and they sometimes see things that aren't there or meow at empty spaces...but then again, cats are crazy. What do the faeries look like? I don't know. All I know is when I see typical faery statues or what not in knick-knack stores, I get the feeling that they do not correctly portray what faeries look like. Maybe it's all personal perception.

If you'd like more information on faeries, I reccomed reading "A Witch's Guide to the Faery Realm" (which I use like a bible), "Faery Magick," and "Real Faeries." For some reason, NONE of these books show up on Amazon.com. Also, I do not reccomend "Healing With Faeries," it's pretty fruity.