Pixie Haven

In the wider realm, you may know me as Elouisea Jayne Stone, author of Kreetchure, my debut novel.

But here, in the comfort of my own Pixie Haven home, I am Ellie.

This isn't the basic facts about me — you'll find those on my About Me page.

This is personal. These are my thoughts, my feelings, my comforts, my loves. My life, my pets, my cottage nestled on the banks of the Tamar Estuary, the silly thoughts I think, the magical things I observe, and the creations I make with my own hands that I put my own magic into.

If you like my style and want to know how it comes to be, this is where I whisper some truths.

Welcome to my blogs.

Ellie xxx

💓✨️ Small Warm Things ✨️💓

Autumn is here once again, The tapping at the window, from trees with long bare stems, The wind bustles at the door, as the light grows dim, Summer's no more.

It feels heavy, Without the sun's bright glare, The chill draws closer, Now winter's in the chair.

But then there are these Small warm things that please - Starting with a needle and thread, A bowl of soup, and warm baked bread.

The puzzle from the cupboard, The board game with the dice, Build a fort, play I Spy, Decorating a cake to make it nice.

Make the day your own, To keep the dark at bay, Bring the light out from your heart, And it will never go away.

✨️✨️✨️ My Little Fireplace Story ✨️✨️✨️

At Pixie Haven, every corner has a story, and my fireplace might be one of my favourites.

When I first moved in, there was a veneer blow heater where the fireplace should have been. It was always my intention to open up the fireplace. But upon removing the blow heater, it was found to be boarded up. With great excitement the board was removed, only to discover that inside, despite still being an open chimney and blowing loudly on a windy day, the ground floor of the fireplace was all smashed up and destroyed. So there was no way I could ever put a whole fireplace back in.

I so wanted that cosy, real-fireplace feeling. You know, that heart-of-the-home feeling, something wonderful to return to after a cold and rainy dog walk. The picture below is the finally finished result, but please read on, it certainly wasn't easy to achieve.

I went searching online, and finally I found her – a beautiful iron Edwardian surround. The minute I saw her, I just knew she belonged at Pixie Haven.

She was delivered, a little rusty in places, but beautiful nevertheless.

I could only use the front shell, as there was nowhere for the back piece to go. But this meant she was front-heavy and liable to fall forward. So she had to be bracketed to the wall to stay put, and oh my goodness, that was a journey.

It became a nightmare – the wrong brackets, then the wrong adhesives to help hold the brackets. I won’t lie, there was one night I actually sat and cried because I thought I’d never see her finished.

Where there’s a will there’s a way, especially with a little pixie perseverance!

Finally the right brackets arrived, and the right super-strong adhesive to support the brackets. She was painted, steel to the back, standing on repurposed painted wooden shelves and pieces of slate.

Then the day came when my actual fireplace arrived. It’s a bio-ethanol fireplace, so it doesn’t need a chimney – just a window open a little.

Because Pixie Haven is also home to a very nosy little dog, I added a pretty fire guard to keep his little nose safe.

It took ages. It was slow, and stressful, and sometimes a bit heartbreaking. I really didn’t think I’d ever get to sit here and look at her all finished.

But she is finished. And now I’m just curled up here, waiting for the big chill, waiting for that first really cold night when I can finally light my little bio-ethanol fire and make Pixie Haven glow, and bring my dreams to life 💓

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On a dry spell in the garden, I took the iron back plate from my Edwardian fireplace - the piece that once sat hidden in the wall - gave it a fresh spray, and turned it into what it was always meant to be: an umbrella and walking stick stand.

Perfectly repurposed 🌂💓🌂

Here is my dear cat Koda, tired but Ohhhh so proud.

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Overthinking The Best

I read this morning with my coffee, whilst sitting in front of a fan through a cornish/UK July heat wave.

"Instead of overthinking the worst, how about we overthink the best?"

I'm a lifelong overthinker. I'm an over-worrier. And over worrying can lead to anxiety, which can develop into anxious and nervous disorders.

So let's overthink the best and see how high it can take us.

Love, Ellie

My Dear Cat Bella.

She was questioning why there was no fish in her bowl.



Teddy, a dog in a heatwave.

The Cornish temperature hit 34c.

A Gateway to another realm, maybe?

Teddy and I discovered this wonderful natural woodland tunnel whilst out exploring the Cornish land.

I have always wanted the hear flowers sing.

Whilst walking among nature I like to listen, not only with my ears, but also with my mind. For any difference in vibrational frequencies.

I would also love to feel the rumbling vibration of the trees.

Old but classic 💓

Spike Milligan's famous short, silly rhyme about a worm.

The extended version (I finished it for him)

Today I Saw a Little Worm 🪱

Today I saw a little worm Wiggling on his belly, Perhaps he'd like to come inside And sit and watch the telly.

I opened up the garden door And said, "Come in, dear worm!" He wriggled up the garden path, A very wiggly squirm. We put the kettle on for tea, He had a leaf - so green, We sat upon the sofa soft To watch the silver screen.

He didn't like the news at all, The sport was far too fast, But when the gardening show came on, He watched it - unsurpassed!

And when the night began to fall And telly time was done, I tucked him in his earthy bed Beneath the setting sun.

"Come back tomorrow," I said to him, "There's more for us to see," He winked his tiny wormy eye, And giggled a "Wheee!"

Spike Milligan & Elouisea Jayne Stone 💕🪱💕

In this game, White is down pieces, open, and from White's own chair it feels like losing.

But flip the board and look through Black's eyes - Black is trapped, crowded, and very close to collapse.

White wasn't losing at all. White was winning the whole time.

That's perspective.

Sometimes life feels the same - you think you're behind because you can only see your own losses.

Turn the coin over, and you'll see you were building the win all along.

Never give up ❤️

© Elouisea Jayne Stone / Ellie the Pixie Elf / Pixie Haven UK. All words, poems, stories and images are original and all rights reserved.