From Trash to Treasure: Building My Fairy House with 6 Simple Materials & a Touch of Magic Blood in the Snow Chapter 7
💥From Trash to Treasure: Building My Fairy House with 6 Simple Materials & a Touch of Magic💥
by Tanya Natashia Eyssen
“Go back to who you were before the world told you who to be.”
Imagine a time when the world was painted with wonder 💙a place where every rustling leaf could be a whisper from a fairy and where every garden stone could hide a secret. As children, we saw magic everywhere, navigating our day-to-day lives with an innocent belief that anything was possible. Do you remember those moments? When the sun peeked through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground, creating pathways to hidden realms? We spent hours building forts from cushions and crafting entire worlds from mere twigs and leaves. Nothing felt out of reach; the skies were ours to soar, and our imaginations knew no bounds. In that beautiful simplicity, there was warmth, freedom, and a sense of adventure. The joy of discovering something special in the mundane or turning what others perceived as trash into treasures was pure magic! It served as a reminder that every corner of our lives holds potential for creativity and transformation. So let’s take a moment to reflect on that childhood spirit, to awaken the dreams and beliefs that once filled our hearts and inspired us to create and explore. The magic is still there; we just need to open our eyes and reconnect with that spark of wonder.
This project is more than just art; it’s part of my journey of rediscovering myself. As someone who is learning to spend less time scrolling and more time creating, I’ve found peace and power in returning to one of my childhood passions: storytelling and believing in magic.
One of my greatest joys as a child was imagining fairies and their tiny homes hidden among the trees and garden stones. Inspired by that magic and the art style of Tokreen (which celebrates texture and miniature fantasy), I set out to create my own fairy house 💚using discarded materials.
What I Used: Only 6 Products + Household Trash
I didn’t go out and buy anything. Everything came from what I had at home:
1. Wood glue
2. Black roof sealer (paint)
3. Toilet paper
4. Glue stick
5. Bread (for texture and sculpting)
6. Trash & treasures:
💛 2 old Gold Tomatoes glass
bottles
💜 Cardboard pieces
💙 Broken Christmas lights
💚 Hair clips
💛 Fabric scraps
💜 Random buttons, screws, and more from my “trash box”
The result? A miniature fairytale house full of charm and raw
storytelling.
💥 What Inspired Me
Watching artists create💙especially those who work in miniature💚has been part of my healing process. I’m particularly inspired by the patience and layering found in the Tokreen art style. It has encouraged me to slow down, trust the process, and find beauty in every crack and curve.
Cape Town’s wet winter hasn’t made drying easy, but it reminds me that magic takes time. Like life itself, creativity cannot be rushed.
Video in Progress
I’ve put together a video collage that documents this journey👀from raw materials to the nearly finished fairy house you see here. I don’t have the tools to record myself painting yet, but this is just the beginning. The next house will feature a little fairy on a ladder, climbing toward her dreams👀just like I am.
Must-Haves for Beginner Fairy Crafters
If you want to try this at home or start your own trash-to-treasure journey, here are some basics to get started (I’ll earn a small commission if you buy through these links💚thank you for your support 💛):
- Wood Glue – Strong & Craft-Ready
- Black Roof Sealer Paint
- Crafting Heat Gun – Speeds Up Drying Time
- Mini Hot Glue Gun & Sticks
- Burlap Fabric Scraps (like I used for the roof)
- Tokreen Art Inspiration Book or Starter Kit
Blood in the Snow – Chapter 7
My son is also on his creative journey, and I’m proud to be part of it.
His story, Blood in the Snow, has been captivating to follow, and I’ll be
updating my blog with Chapter 8 soon. Creativity runs deep in our home.
Chapter 7: The Hollow Room
The photograph trembled in my hands, though it wasn't the cold that made them shake. His smile was too alive—too now. I traced the edges with my thumb, trying to remember if I’d ever seen this picture before. I hadn’t. I knew I hadn’t.
The basement’s light flickered.
At first, I thought it was just the old bulb—sputtering, as it always did when the furnace kicked on. But this time it didn’t come back right away. Instead, shadows stretched across the purple walls, soft at first, then longer. Thinner. Sharper.
I looked back down at the book. Its pages smelled like mildew and memories. Handwriting, messy and uneven, filled the margins—notes about dreams, about seeing things. About the forest.
My heart sank. This wasn’t just some forgotten journal.
It was his.
My brother’s name appeared on the inside cover in a rushed scrawl. And beneath it… a date.
Two days before he died.
I shut the book too fast. Dust rose like smoke. Suddenly, the room didn’t feel like mine anymore. The posters on the walls—once loud and defiant—looked faded and curled at the corners. The strings on my guitar were all slightly out of tune, like they'd warped under pressure I hadn’t noticed until now.
I thought about going back upstairs, about apologizing, even if I didn’t mean it. Anything would be better than staying here with that book and that picture and the quiet that had started to hum in my ears like distant static.
But then I heard it.
A creak.
Not the groan of old wood or pipes—but softer. Intentional. It came from behind me, near the staircase. I turned, slowly.
Nothing.
Just the wall.
And yet… the air felt occupied.
I shoved the book back behind the brick, but the photograph wouldn’t fit. It fluttered to the ground like it belonged here, like it wanted to be found.
And that’s when I noticed the photo had changed.
His smile—so bright before—was now just… off. Slightly crooked. The sparkle in his eye looked dull, hollowed. His face, I realized with a drop in my stomach, wasn’t the same in this version. It was older. Like the boy in the picture had been… watching. Waiting. Aging without me.
The lights buzzed again. Then—click. Out.
Total dark.
I backed toward the stairs, bumping into the edge of the couch. My fingers fumbled for my phone. The flashlight flicked on, a thin beam slicing through the black. I aimed it at the picture on the floor. Gone.
A sharp breath caught in my throat.
Gone.
But there was something else now, just beyond the beam’s reach—shapes drawn on the basement wall. Symbols. Circles with slashes through them. I don’t remember ever drawing them. They looked burned into the paint. And in the center of it all, scratched in something darker than ink, were the words:
“He never left the forest.”
The furnace rumbled to life above me, sudden and loud. I flinched. The light flicked back on.
Everything looked… normal.
But I knew it wasn’t.
The photo was gone. The brick was back in place.
I stood there, heartbeat drumming, unsure if I should tell someone, or pretend it didn’t happen. Like maybe if I went to bed, it would all vanish by morning.
I didn’t sleep.
Instead, I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the creak again. Wondering if my brother had ever really left that place in the woods—or if part of him had followed me back.
👇Key Points to Get Excited for Chapter 8:👇 Next week Monday!👀
1. 👀Unresolved Mysteries*: What happened in the forest? The haunting message, "He never left the forest," raises questions about the brother's fate and the secret he might have taken with him.
2. 👀The Photograph’s Symbolism*: The transformation of the photograph hints at deeper connections and potentially ominous implications about memory and reality—what does it truly mean?
3. 👀The Mysterious Symbols*: The unexplained symbols on the basement wall suggest a supernatural element at play. Will the protagonist uncover their meaning?
4. 👀Tension and Fear*: With the unnerving atmosphere and the feeling of being watched, readers are left wondering what other surprises wait in the shadows of the basement—and beyond.
5. 👀The Call to Action*: Will the protagonist confront their fears and delve deeper into the mystery surrounding their brother and the forest? What risks will they take to seek the truth?
6. 👀Psychological Strain*: The protagonist's struggle with grief and memory promises an emotional journey as they navigate the line between past and present—what will they discover about themselves in the process?
7. 👀Climactic Build-Up*: As the chapter closes with tension, readers can anticipate a turning point—an event or revelation that could change everything. What awaits them in the next chapter?
The suspense is building, and Chapter 8 promises to deliver more twists, revelations, and emotional depth!
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📚 Current Inspiration Books:
- The Sleep Experiment – Jeremy Bates
- The No-End House – Jeremy Bates
- The Asylum Confessions – Jack Steen
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If there’s anything
this fairy house taught me, it’s this: even in the darkest, trashiest corners❤beauty
can grow. Patience, imagination, and heart are the only tools we truly need.
Next week, I’ll share an exciting update on my fairy house
progress! I’m adding a little fairy, hand-made from bread and glue, to bring
even more magic to the scene. Stay tuned for the reveal and follow us on social
media for more updates and inspiration on this creative journey!
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Tanya Eyssen
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