I now have a new button exchange on the right side bar if anyone would like to exchange with me. MaZel made it for me and did since a great good Thank You MAZEL!!!!!
I"ll going to S.C. to pick up my little sister so she can back here to see everyone .Should be back Sunday. I know I won't be missed that much but still wanted to place it here.
I join a new swap for Halloween will put it up when I get back should be fun.
Will it later and I have to get up at 3"30 so I can wash my hair,can't go looking like a MAD lady or can I . I hope to take so picture road trip maybe I can put some up. Will till later.
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Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
The Witches' Hallowmass Ride
On such a night the very elements themselves seemed in sympathy.The wind ,rose, gust following gust in angry and ever -increasing intensity, till it hurled itself in angry blasts that levelled hat-rick and grain -stack and tore the thatched roof from homestead and cot ,where the frightened dwellers huddled and crept together bin terror. Over and with higher note then the blast itself , high-pitched eldritch laughter ,fleeting and mocking , skirled and shrieked through the air. Then a lull ,with a stillness more terrifying than even the wild forces of angry blast, only to be almost immediately broken with a crash of ear-splitting thunder ,and the flash and the glare of forked and jagged flame, lighting up the unhallowed pathway of the "witches'ride".
The journey itself or rather the mode of progression in passing to the "witch gathering" was itself steeped in "diabolerie" of varying degree. The simple broomstick served the more ordinary witch for a steed. Another vehicle was the chariot of "rag- wort or ragweed" , harnessed to the wind" for sisters of higher rank ,broomsticks specially shod with bones of murdered men, became high mettled and most spirited steeds,and the iron bits forged at the "smithy" of the Evil One himself gave to its possessor the power of the most potent spell.
The journey itself or rather the mode of progression in passing to the "witch gathering" was itself steeped in "diabolerie" of varying degree. The simple broomstick served the more ordinary witch for a steed. Another vehicle was the chariot of "rag- wort or ragweed" , harnessed to the wind" for sisters of higher rank ,broomsticks specially shod with bones of murdered men, became high mettled and most spirited steeds,and the iron bits forged at the "smithy" of the Evil One himself gave to its possessor the power of the most potent spell.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Trick or treat Girl
Monday, July 20, 2009
4" FaIrY
Friday, July 17, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
New Show
Here is a new ornament I have done.
The INC group from etsy is having a show in Carmel In. and I'm in it. It will be Oct.17 Sat. from 10:00 till 3:30 at Oak Hill Mansion . so if you live close stop by and see me.I have to make some thing for a donation. Can't wait to go.I wanted to go to the Ghoulish Gathering in IN. but they were full and this was for 2010.always a day later .And there a show in Oct Salem Ma. Big Halloween just to far for me to drive, maybe next year have to wait and see how this goes.
The INC group from etsy is having a show in Carmel In. and I'm in it. It will be Oct.17 Sat. from 10:00 till 3:30 at Oak Hill Mansion . so if you live close stop by and see me.I have to make some thing for a donation. Can't wait to go.I wanted to go to the Ghoulish Gathering in IN. but they were full and this was for 2010.always a day later .And there a show in Oct Salem Ma. Big Halloween just to far for me to drive, maybe next year have to wait and see how this goes.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
The Story of Wandering Aengus
I went to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread,
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream.
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor,
I went to blow the fire a- flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name,
Had become a glimmering girl,
With apple blossoms in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And fades through the brightening air.
Though I am old witch wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands,
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
BACK
Will I' back just can't seem to get my self to write .Must have took to long of a nap. I went to the doctor and it seem my heart jumps it feels like it jumps out of my chest and does a turn about.And the rest are just things I have to put up with everyday. But they said as long I take care of myself I'll have no problems for now. I like to thank all who stop by and leaving me a message what good friends you are love you all .And I'm glad I found you here on blog land .
I tried to put up some more labels but they didn't show up that great. My scanner isn't working .So I put them back up later this week, here are some bats .
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