In the quietest corners of the forest — where moss grows thick, mushrooms bloom like umbrellas, and the light always seems a little golden — the fair folk build their homes. Not with nails or bricks, but with bits of wonder: curled bark, fallen petals, stone doorsteps smoothed by time, and windows just big enough for starlight.

These whimsical fairy homes are not just shelters — they’re invitations. Invitations to believe, to slow down, to imagine who might be peeking from behind that tiny door or lighting a lantern behind glowing windows at dusk.

Every Mushie Dwelling is hand-sculpted with care, shaped from clay and imagination, echoing the cozy curve of a mushroom cap or the twisted roots of an ancient tree. Some are tucked inside jars and glow softly with fairy lights, as if the hearth inside is still warm. Others stand proud and earthy, dressed in vines and roses, waiting to be discovered.

They’re made for fae folk… but they seem to find their way into human hearts just the same.