Showing posts with label witch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label witch. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

You Are So Bootiful to Me

You are so bootiful
To me

You are so bootiful
To me
Can't you see

You're everything I hoped for
You're everything I need

You are so bootiful
To me

You are so witchiful
To me
You are so witchiful
To me
Can't you see
You're everything I hoped for
You're everything I need

You are so witchiful
To me


Bootiful and witchiful treasures in my eBay and etsy shops.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

A Chance to Win a Cornerstoregoddess Halloween Bracelet

Wanna winna bracelet?


One with a witch and a bat and a jack o' lantern and a skull and a ghost and candy corn...


...and orange and black beads?



Sure you do!

Here's how.  If you're not a follower of this blog, please become one.  Then leave a comment on the day's post.  You can leave a comment every day.  Each comment counts as an entry.  Then, at midnight on October 23rd, Uncle Buck will reach into the cauldron and pull a name.  It could be yours!


You'll be the winner!  And I will promptly ship your bracelet to you, so you have it in time for Halloween.  (Be sure to leave me contact info!)

Now go forth and comment!

Saturday, October 8, 2011

A Few More of My Favorite Halloweeny Things



Ghosts, bats, and candy corn,
Skulls, owls, and flowers,

 

Leaves, beads, and spiders
And witches with powers.


Owls in the moonlight
On silent wings,


These are a few of my favorite things...

Up for auction on ebay right now!

Saturday, October 1, 2011

The Return of the Three Vegetarian Witches

Once upon a time, there were three witches: Ursula...




Glenda...





... and Medea.





They lived together in a cottage in the woods where they mixed their potions by day and flew reconnaissance missions at night.  Their familiars ~ an owl, some black cats, spiders, a few bats ~ kept them company.  It was a good life.







But there were problems, as there always are.  The local markets carried limp produce, brown at the edges, unappealing and bland.  There were no local farmer's markets and the ones that could be reached by broomstick had some anti-broomstick ordinances in place.

So Glenda, Medea, and Ursula started to grow their own produce.

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They grew herbs for their potions and vegetables for their table.  They grew greens and tomatoes and eggplants and pumpkins and giant zucchini.  Ursula even rigged a particularly large zucchini to fly like her broom.

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A local skeleton helped them with the gardening.





And life was good.




But there were problems, as there always are.    Ursula became uncomfortable with the notion of using animal parts in their brews.  Not only was it disgusting.  Have you ever tried to remove the eye from a newt?  But it was cruel, and Ursula sat down by the cauldron with Medea and Glenda and told them her thoughts.




It turned out that Medea and Glenda has similar reservations.  They no sooner wanted to dice the tongue of a frog than sit through a Justin Bieber concert.


But witches throughout history had used these ingredients.  They were in all the spell books.  There was no Nouvelle Spell Cuisine from which to draw.


How could they make powerful potions without animal parts?

Still, the witches resolved that they would harm no more animals making their brews.  They used their organic herbs and vegetables, and the potions were  cruelty-free.  Unfortunately, they weren't especially potent.

So again they sat down to think while the cauldron simmered and bubbled.

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Medea started to pace.  She walked the paths around the cottage, and as she paced, she noticed the various stones around her.  They were ordinary stones.  Some were volcanic, some sedimentary, some metamorphic.  But each was different and unique.  This gave Medea and idea.

She hurried back to the cauldron, rocks in both hands, passing some toads who fled at her approach.

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"My dears," she exclaimed.  "Look at these rocks!"

Glenda and Ursula stared, not sure what Medea's point could be.

"Think about it," she said.  "Each rock is different and unique.  Each, it might be said, has a unique power."

Glenda and Ursula had to agree.  They had several volumes about rocks in their library.  "Suppose," Medea continued, "we could obtain the same powers from rocks that we obtain from caterpillar knees.  Suppose certain rocks could grant the same serenity we create with terrapin tonsils.  Would that not be a wonderful advance?"



And so Medea and Ursula and Glenda went to their books.  They read and researched and studied by night.  By day they collected stones and rocks and amulets.  They traded pattypan squash for quartz and rutabagas for aventurine and radishes for jasper.

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Finally they were ready to begin their experiments.  They mixed herbs and vegetables and served them in goblets carved of gemstones.  Little by little, day by day, their potions became more powerful, more specific.

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Each day was filled with new discoveries.  Each night was filled with new recipes.  Soon other witches flocked to the cottage to learn the mysteries Glenda, Medea, and Ursula had unveiled.  They started to blog about their recipes, and even began writing a cookbook.





Their goal: vegetarian witches with potent organic brews.  They would appreciate it if you would become a follower of their blog.  And maybe put in an advance order on  Amazon for the cookbook.  They'd also appreciate it if you took the pledge: I will not make potions with toad tongue.
Glenda, Ursula, and Medea thank you for your support.






Ursula, btw, is pursuing her own interests, making better flying zero-emissions zucchini to replace brooms.  She tried working with pattypan squash for a while, but found the aerodynamics challenging.

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A bracelet with all their endeavors (except the zucchini) can be found here as a one week eBay auction.

Friday, September 30, 2011

What's in Your Witch's Brew?


"Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and howlet's wing,--
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble." 


No. Wait.  That doesn't sound very tasty.
The witch on this bottle stopper has mixed up a brew of her own, with the help of her little batty familiar. (And yes, he brought her the flower.)  The witch and bat are made of lampwork glass, set off with Swarovski crystals and sterling silver.  The flower is made of Czech pressed glass, with a Swarovski crystal and sterling silver.


Brew Recipe


Perfect grapes of Cabernet,
Stomped by foot in my chalet
With a dash of Beaujolais
And a splash of Chadonnay.

Served up with a bread with crust
Crisp and warm and quite robust
And a wheel of Brie that must
Give beneath the test thumb's thrust.



That's this witch's wish for you
To last all this season through,
Because, from her point of view,
That's the perfect witch's brew.


A seasonal wine bottle stopper to stop your seasonal wine bottle.

Cost is 49.99, and 5.25 Priority Shipping.

Now in my etsy shop.



More Halloween BrightandShinyThings can be found
in my etsy and eBay stores.



Thursday, September 29, 2011

The Return of Witchy Wilma





Dame Wilma was a wondrous witch,
As wily as could be
But when it came to spells and such
In class, she earned a D.




She couldn't deal with eye of newt.
A frog's toe made her quiver.
Her cackling just was not off-key
And broomsticks made her shiver.






So when she went out on her own
To curse and cast her spells
She couldn't turn a prince to frog
Or make a brew that smells.

At last one day, two bats appeared
Her failures, they would banish.
They'd help her with her spells and then
Make her detractors vanish.





They called for aid from three small ghosts
(Named Manny, Mo, and Jack).
And then the five debated
The best means for their attack.



So with a brew of pumpkin and
A dash of candy corn
And much incessant chanting
They stayed up from night 'til morn.





At last, when day was breaking,
When the gloom of night had lifted
To inept Dame Wilma
A new spell they made and gifted.

And with the spell Dame Wilma could
Invoke all forces natural,
Make creatures do her bidding --
A conclusion satisfactual.



"But what was in this spell of yours?"
Dame Wilma had to query.
"A touch of this, a tad of that...
Ingredients ordinary."

"We simply added everything,"
Explained the Ghost-Bat Team,





"This always is essential:
Garlic, wine, and self-esteem."


Dame Wilma's Witchy necklace here.



Saturday, September 24, 2011

There's a Witch Outside My Window


by Kenn Nesbitt


There's a witch outside my window and she will not go away.
There's a gremlin on my doorstep and I think he's there to stay.


There's a troll demanding candy and a mummy wanting sweets.
There's a ghost, a ghoul, a goblin and they're clamoring for treats.



And as if that weren't enough to be considered rather shocking.
A vampire rang my doorbell and the bogeyman is knocking.


My abode is now surrounded by the recently deceased,
They're in search of gum and chocolate on which they plan to feast.



It's the strangest situtation that I think I've ever seen.
How I wish they'd go away and just come back on Halloween.



The witch outside the sindow bracelet is up for auction on eBay this week.