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.

Forgetful Witch

Here are some more pics of the witchy bracelet and necklace up for auction this week.  The pieces tell the story of The Three Vegetarian Witches.

 
Since that tale has been told recently, I'm sharing a Shel Silverstein poem.

I used to be a witching witch,

But now I'm just a watching witch

Watching other witches witching,

Wishing I could be bewitching.

But it's sad to tell

I can't recall one mystic curse

Or brew a poison.  Even worse,

I cannot chant a deadly curse

Or cast a magic spell.

I can't turn princes into frogs

Or turn bad children into hogs.

I used to long ago, but now

I seem to have forgotten how.

Was it "Toads and snails and puppies' tails"?
Or "Toes and pails of guppies and whales"?
Or "Toast and bales of stale snail scales"?

I search my books and chew my nails
Wonderin' which is which,

'Cause a witch which can't bewitch
Just can't be a witch.

Find the witches here.

Before they forget and wander off.

Walenda the Witch

This bracelet is really about the Three Vegetarian Witches, who grow organic produce and are working on a zucchini broom.

But I told you their tale recently, so I'll share a Shel Silverstein witch poem to go along with this bracelet and necklace that are up for auction on eBay this week. 

Walenda is the weirdest witch

And maybe you have seen her.

She uses her broom to sweep her room -

And flies on her vacuum cleaner.

Rosie the Witch and the Lancome Counter

Rosie the Witch loved skin care freebies.  She perused the morning papers looking for Gift with Purchases (also known as GWPs) from Lancome, Estee Lauder, and Clinique.  While other witchy cupboards held eye of newt and toe of frog, Rosie's was stocked with tiny little jaws and vials of creams and serums.

While the other witches smelled of foxglove and juniper and hemlock, Rosie always smelled of Happy or White Shoulders or Magie Noir because she couldn't resist those tiny bottles of perfumes, those little shakers of dusting powder.

You could say, in fact, that Rosie had a problem.

When she saw the latest Lancome freebie, she hopped right on her broom and headed to the mall.  Not only was there lifting serum and a striped tote!  There were three shades of lipstick and lipliner, to be coordinated with her complexion.

Rosie not only got one with her purchase of day cream.  She left, came in again wearing a hat and pretending to be someone else, and got another... with three more shades of lipstick.

She flew straight home and took all her little bottles and jars and lipsticks out and arranged them in her cupboard.  Then she started to experiment.  She tried one.  And then another.  She blended.  She outlined.  She filled in.  She blotted.  She started over.

When she was done... her black cat hid out for a week.

Rosie was forced to join Freebies Anonymous and attend meetings daily.  She did her required time and then left... to pursue freebies once more.  She eventually learned to apply her makeup with a lighter touch, but still fires up her broom at the drop of a GWP.

Rosie can be found on eBay, along with her sister, who has a similar problem.