Queenie Believe and Honey Man

Amidst the sawing, hammering, and painting of a blog under construction I thought I would slip into a comfortable pair of training wheels, push aside the learning curve and post a few previews introducing you to Queenie and her court.

Queenie Believe is the alter ego of Guinevere an artist of fiber, paint and sculpture.  I cleverly disguise my royal visage during the “normal business hours” of the mundane as a paraprofessional paper pusher, slaying dragons and fighting injustice. 

In days gone by, I was a theatre gypsy traveling from regional theatre to theatre throughout the land, sharing my costuming talents wherever I went. 

Queenie now holds court in beautiful Arizona where it is almost always sunny and warm, just the right realm for flights of fancy and suspended disbelief.  

On a beautiful spring day a brave, handsome and talented man crossed Queenie’s path. I knighted him Honey Man and he swept me off my feet and into his arms. It is there that we have found in each other our bestest friend, greatest love and soul mate.

On the Feast of Saint Bridgid of Ireland Queenie and Honey Man were wed.

An evening reception in the royal gardens was filled with traditional Irish music and liquid spirits galore. Party revelers feasted on corned beef and cabbage with, of course soda bread the tastiest of vehicles for a thick slathering of fresh Irish butter.

Thus was the start of the very best half of Queenie’s life with Honey Man…

and the Delicious…  

More about the The Delicious to come…

Always, Queenie Believe