For the life of me I can’t remember what we called these when I was a child – all I remember was the first visit each December we made to my grandparents house involved a lot of running around the house, searching out these little nylon wrapped faces. There were dozens of them (at least in my memory), all different, boy and girl, impish and cherubic, and they perched on top of mirrors and beside vases and door frames and were an absolute delight to find. We have four of them, and would love to make more some day. They have found their little perches, although I’m sure they will get moved a few times during the season. F loves them, but she tries to remove their sequined eyes that are attached with stick pins, so hers hide out of reach for this year. We visited with my grandparents last Sunday, and the first thing E did when she bounced into their house was to ask if the pixies were out. She still remembers tearing through their house, looking for them as well, and I hope she always will.
