Saturday, August 31, 2013

The Witch's Broom







There once was a witch of Khartoum,
With black cats and bats, and of whom
She asked, “Tell me truly
Why my spell’s unruly?
I can’t cast a spell in a tomb!”




Her potions were fetid and foul;
The very scent made the cats howl.



No deeds she predicted,
Her powers restricted,
She almost threw in the dish tow’l.



“If only, if only,” she cried,
“I had a broom like others ride,
I could cast spells, stir potions,
Pursue witchly notions,
And broadcast my powers worldwide.”


For days did the witch snarl and fume,
Stomping about in her room
Until owl, bat, and cat
Had enough of all that
And convened in the witch's boardroom.



“A broom is what’s needed, and now,

Though we’re lacking in skill and know-how.
With a magical mopper
Then nothing could stop her,”
So did all the animals vow.




They made it of brambles and twigs, 
Of leaves, string and supple green sprigs.


They added in straw,
Woven with the cat’s claw,
And claimed ‘twas the broom of bigwigs. 


The witch who was witchly distressed
Saw the broom and was duly impressed.
So sure of its magic
She stopped acting tragic
And did a trial ride heading west.


Now potions and spells she prepares.
“She’s the best,” her fat bat declares.


"The queen of bewitching
Without flub or hitching."
“All due to my broom,” the witch swears. 



There is also a set of asymmetrical earrings. You never know what mood each ear will be in.  

  




The black cat photo is the work of the extremely talented Warrior Princess Di, and is her cat Tim.  

Please visit her blog to see more: https://www.blogger.com/profile/06337410048927461255




Earrings for sale on ebay: http://stores.ebay.com/Cornerstoregoddess/Earrings-/_i.html




Saturday, August 24, 2013

The Witch's Broom and a Blog Hop

The lovely Lisa Lodge of Grateful Artist organized this blog hop.  The theme is Summer Color Surprise and, along with a fine bag o' beads, each participant received a focal.  My focal is a ceramic broom, created by Marla James. 



Together with the beads Lisa sent, with rich warm forest tones and bits of jasper and glass, the broom told a story... which became a bracelet.




There once was a witch of Khartoum,
With black cats and bats, and of whom
She asked, “Tell me truly
Why my spell’s unruly?
I can’t cast a spell in a tomb!”




Her potions were fetid and foul;
The very scent made the cats howl.



No deeds she predicted,
Her powers restricted,
She almost threw in the dish tow’l.



“If only, if only,” she cried,
“I had a broom like others ride,
I could cast spells, stir potions,
Pursue witchly notions,

And broadcast my powers worldwide.”


For days did the witch snarl and fume,
Stomping about in her room
Until owl, bat, and cat
Had enough of all that
And convened in the witch's boardroom.



“A broom is what’s needed, and now,

Though we’re lacking in skill and know-how.
With a magical mopper
Then nothing could stop her,”
So did all the animals vow.




They made it of brambles and twigs, 
Of leaves, string and supple green sprigs.


They added in straw,
Woven with the cat’s claw,
And claimed ‘twas the broom of bigwigs. 


The witch who was witchly distressed
Saw the broom and was duly impressed.
So sure of its magic
She stopped acting tragic
And did a trial ride heading west.


Now potions and spells she prepares.
“She’s the best,” her fat bat declares.


"The queen of bewitching
Without flub or hitching."
“All due to my broom,” the witch swears. 



I also made a set of asymmetrical earrings, using more of the treasures in my beads from Lisa. You never know what mood each ear will be in.  

  



To read more stories the beads told, hop along.


Your Hostess: Lisa Lodge, A Grateful Artist

Chris Eisenberg, Wander Ware 
Audrey Belanger, Dreams of an Absolution
Melissa Trudinger, Bead Recipes
Monique Urquhart, A Half-Baked Notion
Beti Horvath, Stringing Fool
Charlene Bausinger Jacka, Clay Space
Renetha Williams Stanziano, Lamplight Crafts
Leah Mifflin Tees, My Beady Little Eyes
Kathy Zeigler Lindemer, Bay Moon Design
Molly Alexander, Beautifully Broken Me
Alicia Marinache, All the Pretty Things
Laurie Vyselaar, Lefthand Jewelry
You are here:  Eleanor Burian-Mohr, The Charmed Life
Julie Lockhart, Copar Aingeal
Dolores Rami, CraftyD's Creations
Elizabeth Bunn, Elizabeth Beads
Mowse Doyle, Mowse Made This
Veralynne Malone, Designed by Vera
Candida Elkins Castleberry, Spun Sugar Beadworks
Shaiha Williams, Shaiha's Ramblings
Christie Searle Murrow, Charis Designs Jewelry
Andrea Glick-Zenith, ZenithJade Creations




Friday, August 23, 2013

Runny Babbit in the Green Woods

Runny Babbit by Shel Silverstein 


Way down in the green woods 
Where the animals all play, 


They do things and they say things 
In a different sort of way- 

Instead of sayin' "purple hat," 
They all say "hurple pat." 
Instead of sayin' "feed the cat," 


They just say "ceed the fat." 
So if you say, "Let's bead a rook 


That's billy as can se," 


You're talkin' Runny Babbit talk, 
Just like mim and he.


Treen greasures from my etsy shop here, at https://www.etsy.com/shop/cornerstoregoddess

Thursday, August 1, 2013

A Giraffe and a Half, or Half a Giraffe




the Neck of a Giraffe
by Shel Silverstein






Giraffe charms on eBay
Giraffe charms on etsy