Maybe Faerie Godmothers House

No one knew where Faerie Godmother lived, but we had our suspicions. About a lady down the road whose taffeta skirts were always squish’n. Pearls and whistles are on her clothes and she saunters when she moves. There was a special essence about her, she was in a faerie kind of grove. If you saw the house, you might also peg her as a likely suspect. Her house was done up in doily and swirls, never circumspect. There was an ambiance about it that made you think magic was about. I try to follow her and see what she is doing when she ventures out.