A Flower For FaeRealm

One of my favorite benefits of being on the FAE (Fantasy Art of Etsy) street team is that I discover the most amazing fantasy artists either by pursuing the list of members, or popping into the shops of people who have posted, or simply by drooling over our fabulous treasuries.

Last December, it was in a FAE Treasury that I first spotted a stocking holder by FaeRealm. It was love at first sight. I had long been a fan of her highly detailed dragons but could never justify buying one ("What would I *do* with it?"). The stocking holder was the perfect answer. I mentioned it to my mom one day in a phone call without thinking too much of it.



Fast forward to Christmas Day when I unwrapped not one but TWO gorgeous dragon stocking holders. My mom had custom ordered them (one for me and one for my hubby). Each dragon sat on a silver snowflake and these were some heavy duty hangers--they were prepared for a stocking loaded down by Santa.

Naturally, the first thing I did was go put them up on a mantle to admire them from afar. And that's when I realized there was one thing not quite right--my husband's dragon--a beautiful silvery blue, blended right into the snowflake. Since the whole point of the stocking holders was to showcase the gorgeous dragons, that just wouldn't do.

When I got home, I contacted FaeRealm and she was super nice. She had told my mom that if I had wanted something changed to just ship them back and she would replace it. And she stood by that promise. We talked about what I wanted done differently and why and then I boxed up the stocking holder and sent it back. Shortly thereafter I had a box holding the replacement in my hands. And I was nothing but delighted when I opened it. The little dragon now stands out much more and the quality and workmanship is absolutely amazing.



I am absolutely thrilled to own these beautiful pieces and am quite sure they will be treasured for years to come. The only problem? I can't bear to box them up! So, it's mid February and they are still sitting out on the dresser that makes do as our "mantle".