My story this week is based on Peter Pan, the little boy who lived in Neverland and did not want to grow up. That is because today's quote Wendy and I had to use is "Where's the unsubscribe button on adulthood?" and we are trying to link our journal page (with the help of a story) to Art Journal Journey. The lovely Elle has chosen 'Fairytales, Folklore and Fables' as her theme which is why, along with the quote, I thought of Peter Pan and Wendy - and not forgetting Tinkerbell.
I straight away thought of the Christmas Elf that Dyan brought out a couple of years ago and then when I went to it, you must remember it hasn't seen light of day for a year or so, I found out he only has a head and legs. So I quickly gave him some kind of body, cut off the bell on his hat and replaced it with a feather. My story deals with the part where ...
'Wendy was getting annoyed with Peter and all the silly things he kept getting up to to stop her and the boys leaving the island. Even Tinkerbell was losing her patience with him and shaking fairy dust all over the place. They had had adventures with Mermaids, Native Americans and Pirates - the most frightening being with Captain Hook and a crocodile and a clock!
But in order to stay a child Peter must forget about the adventures after they have happened along with what he learns about the outside world when he pays it a visit periodically. He is able to fly and when he visits the 'darling family in the beginning of the story he teaches the children to fly by getting them to think "lovely wonderful things" plus some fairy dust.
It had been a lovely warm day and as the sun set it cast a lovely pink glow over the land which should have made them all happy but Wendy was missing home and thought it about time the boys returned to their real mother.
"I'm sorry Peter," she said, as they walked through the enchanted forest with all the beautiful magic toadstools around, "I really think it is time we went home to mother."
"But you're the mother" said Peter. "I made you the mother of all the children in Neverland. You can't leave, not yet."
"Oh Peter" said Wendy, "you always say something to try to make me stay but this time I have to go. Our real mother in London will be wondering where we are and getting ever so worried and the boys need to go to a proper school."
Tinkerbell, who was resting on the tallest toadstool in the field shook her head, she agreed with Wendy, she wanted them all to go and leave her and Peter alone again with the Lost Boys.
"For goodness sake, grow up will you" Wendy shouted.
Peter looked crestfallen and he looked down on the ground. "Where's the unsubscribe button on adulthood?" he said rather loudly, his feather standing straight up in his hat.
Poor Tinkerbell took off in a flurry of fairy dust and Wendy adjusted her spectacles and carried on down the pathway. Wendy knew it was the end of the road for her and the boys and they must return home. Perhaps Peter would go with them?
Do you know whether he did or not?'
This is my last journal page for Elle's lovely theme and I would like to thank her for making me think outside the box this month. I have thoroughly enjoyed trying to marry a Tim Holtz Snarky Sticker to her theme at Art Journal Journey.
