A Lunar Special!
I’ve blessed and enchanted a special piece of jewelry that’s going up at The Witch’s Corner. I will be offering newly enchanted pieces from time to time, blessed and empowered for a variety of intentions, on the Home Page of my website. Know that any piece of jewelry you buy at The Witch’s Corner can be blessed and empowered to suit your special request. I’d prefer to sell a piece to an individual and then enchant it especially for their needs, rather than randomly bless and enchant my jewelry. I hope this makes sense.
A special enchantment ~
A few days ago Joe bought me a beautiful bouquet of flowers, and they are just now beginning to fade. I decided to make an oil with the flower blossoms while they’re still fresh-looking and beautiful. My oil is a self-esteem oil, made to promote the essence of beauty, and to reinforce the energies of strength, brilliance, success, and accomplishment.
You are Beautiful!~Self-Esteem Oil.
I didn’t make this oil to sell, but rather for myself, creating one more Beautiful Witchy Thing to display in my Witchy Room. It also seemed like a great way to preserve the beauty of the flowers and to make use of their magickal energy.
Here’s my recipe. Make your own Self-Esteem Oil!
The Flower Blossoms~
Pink miniature tiger lilys
Red Rose Buds
The Goddess is Copia; the tarot card is seven of wands. In this episode you are invited inside the Witch’s house to snoop in her Magickal Cupboard! What do you think you’ll find?
We’re going to be busy today setting up for our Boutique Yardsale that will run Friday 10am-7pm/Saturday 10am-3pm, at 2532 Nebraska Ave. (Washington Heights) here in Fremont, NE. We have a variety of metaphysical items available, as well as fall decor, country crafts, & glass art. I’ll also be giving tarot readings. If you’re in the area– stop by!
Hubby and I, along with another couple, are going on a four day road trip next week. In preparation for this, I’ve made magickal mojo bags for protection for our vehicle, along with a stone talisman. I even performed a little ‘Vehicle Blessing’ that I’ve used for years. Yesterday I made a whopping batch of “Fiery Wall of Protection Oil” that I used to anoint the car and will use to lay down a line of protection around the perimeter of our Iowa farm (in-law issues, long story).
I love making potions. I feel like the proverbial cackling old witch bent over my proverbial black cauldron– which I really have, by the way. I love the good smells– and the not so good smells. I’ve found that there are some raucous nasty really foul smelling concoctions that pack a magickal wallop that would set an elephant on it’s arse. People seem to avoid this issue; everyone appears to think that all magickal oils and potions are going to look and smell like they came from Mary Kay or Avon. Well, I’ve got news for you…some of the potions and oils in my bottles I’ve had for years. Many of the bottles, and I’ve got a lot of them, are stocked on open shelves, covered with a nice little layer of old-fashioned dust, and look as though they might start perking at any moment. One of the tricks I use for my own oils– I never use up all of the original formula. When the bottle gets low, say an inch left in it, I create another batch, using the remains of the original oil as the ‘mother’.
There was one lady, somewhere on the internet, who was afraid that after her magic oil got so old, it would become rancid; and as she said, “We don’t want rancid oil!”…Oh, don’t we? The best batch of Mars Astrological Oil that I ever used was between 6-8 years old, discolored, and if you opened the bottle and sniffed, it would make your head spin. This oil would bring out the war hoop in Whistler’s Mother. It wreaked of the element of Fire and every ounce of passion that you would expect with it. From this old bottle of oil, the energy of Mars was peeking over your shoulder, breathing down your neck.
I know, I love all the pretty, inviting, prim and proper lady-like oils and potions myself– nothing like the smell of rosemary or lavender, rose oil, or jasmine. But I’ve also learned to love and appreciate those magickal oils that are there to do a job, not to look pretty or smell pleasing.
As far as I’m concerned, the foul smelling concoctions of witchcraft deserve some accolades and appreciation.
I went solo this past Saturday and sat up a yardsale which I dubbed, The Garden Boutique. I’ve done this several times with a good friend, setting up tables filled with metaphysical supplies to delight the stoutest pagan: pendulums, magickal oils and potions, spell candles, kits and bags filled with supplies to bless a home or to cast a spell, as well as enchanted jewelry, arts & crafts, and other unique creations that defy description. This time I had only my girls to help watch tables and merchandise while I gave tarot readings and balanced chakras. It was a bit of a juggle sometimes, but we managed.
We live in a rather ‘out-of-the-way’ location, and I’m never sure how our turnout will be at these events, since we’re a bit difficult for some people to find. But contrary to my expectations, we had a great day which included an afternoon rush and a few return visitors. And the girls and I noticed that this time we were not hounded by Christians trying to convince us that we were headed down an evil path. Our customers were politely curious, inquisitive, and some even eager to learn, asking questions and getting up close and personal with the poppets and pendulums.
I was up at 5am, just as I had planned, and was out in the garage digging out tables, shelves, and chairs. However, when I actually started getting things arranged I realized– wait a minute, it’s too dark. And it sure was, pitch dark. Even with the garage lights on, it was too dark to stock the shelves. With daylight came some soft showers with cool refreshing temperatures. Since there was no wind at this time, I dodged the rain by placing all the tables and merchandise beneath the overhang on our house.
This is a family endeavor and everyone likes to create something to add to the inventory. My eleven-year-old daughter spent the day before the sale making bags with fabric paint, glue, and glitter. Several days ago, she had spent just as much time painting large clear stones to create pretty magnets. It was fun watching her during the creative process, head bent low over her work, quiet and intent.
My 24-year-old daughter is the ‘Isabella’ in “Creations by Isabella”. She’s a graphic artist, tattoo artist, and talented jewelry maker. She added some of her creations to our Garden Boutique. I’m very excited for her and her atistic career– She will be selling her designs for stamps and scrapbooking paper to a national company. As soon as I’m allowed to post more information, I will.
I stocked the table and shelves with a variety of items from my website, The Witch’s Corner. Setting up these boutique yardsales is actually a lot of fun, no matter how many trips in and out, up and down the stairs it takes. (Tearing it all down is another matter!)
I usually try to have a few copies of my book on hand, along with plenty of business cards, and it’s always fun to watch people explore this table. It’s a satisfying feeling to send someone on their way with a copy of my book in their hand.
We have a covered back porch with a partial west wall, an east wall of bamboo blinds, and our south yard is blocked by the trees, so this is a pretty private area, and this is where I sat up my massage table and a powerful crystal grid to do Chakra Balancing. It was perfect. I had a water fountain running back here. It was peaceful, protected, and inviting.
The opposite end of the back porch was reserved for tarot readings…I just had to shoo sleeping kitties away!
I always have a small table set up for my CD player and some favorite new-age music. And I always have a small notepad and pen available. Customers are invited to add a prayer request or wish to the bowl. We have a little tradition at the end of our boutique yardsales– after everything is put away, I’ll bring out my big black cauldron, and we’ll burn these requests in a sacred flame.
This is the perfect way to end the day.