Voodoo alter

Every year at this time I tear apart my linen closet and make it into a voodoo alter.   Before I take it down I thought I’d share a few images with you.

candle skullls

These are the skull candles, with my butterfly skull book and mosaic tile behind them.

light offerings

These are some offerings to the gods, some tea and rice, and pretty stones in a beautiful handmade bowl.

vd doll nun

This is one of my voodoo dolls and a nun, I like to cover all bases.

Where I stood…

feets

In my stocking feet in front of my beautifully decorated Christmas tree.   We had 70 plus folks come to our party last night, most all make pipe cleaner ornaments to hang on my tree.   I hope they all had half as good a time as I had.   I treasure my tree, it represents such good friends!

Here is a small sampling of some of the ornaments:

crcl orn

face orn

necklce orn

spider orn

spiral orn

Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places Lynn Krawczyk spends her life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. If you’d like to join her by posting a photo on Sunday of places you’ve been on your blog/photo hosting site/website, leave a comment on her Sunday posts telling her where she can find you/your photo and she’ll add a link to her sidebar so others can find you. I am one of those that Lynn has badgered into joining her, I have changed it to “where I stood”, because right now I’m sitting in front of the computer, not standing anywhere.

Oh fudge!!

First it started with mom not making her holiday fudge anymore.   A few years ago I decided I would take over the tradition, and I asked mom for the old family recipe.   Her reply, “I don’t have it!”   Well who does?   “Leann, it’s on the side of the Hershey’s cocoa box!”   Hmmm, so much for long standing family traditions learned at your mother’s elbow.   The recipe isn’t on the box anymore, but it is on the internet.   I’ve made it a few times, and wanted to do it again this year.

First batch didn’t harden up quite right, so I tried again.   I read up on problem with fudge on the internet.   I measured carefully.   I boiled without stirring.

fudge

I didn’t add butter too early.   I watched the temperature carefully.

watching

Alas, the second batch was soup.   I gave up.   I went for the old family toll house chocolate chip cookie recipe.

cookies

What!?   That’s not a family recipe either!?!

Christmas is a comin’

merry merry

I’ve still wrapping to do, and I’ve got a lot of cleaning, but I’m getting there, what gets done gets done, and what doesn’t doesn’t.   I don’t like hearing people say they want to get the shopping, wrapping and baking over so they can enjoy the holidays. Doing what?   Shopping, wrapping and baking are a big part of the holidays.   The things you don’t enjoy, do as little as possible, the things you do enjoy, do as much as possible.   Have a merry merry.

Where I stood…

dark feetIt happens tomorrow, December 21, at 5:47 PM.   The sun starts to return.   We have been shrouded in darkness, little by little, until this day, when our little patch of the planet can handle no more.   The shortest day of the year is such a negative statement, embrace your inner vampire and think of it as the longest night of the year.

Soon, little by little, very slowly, light will return.   Eventually, it will be those long, endless days of summer that seem so distant.   Right now, though,   is the very special time of year when everyone needs each other, everyone celebrates.   People all over the world are having all sorts of parties.     Religions have known it best to follow the pagan traditions and make celebrations happen around the winter solstice, when folks need to get together to bolster each other up for the cold months ahead.

One of the more interesting celebrations is the Burning of the Clocks in Brighton, England.   First of all, if you are going to celebrate outside, burning anything is a good idea.   Second, it truly does feel like time stands still when you’ve piles of snow to shovel, why not celebrate that feeling instead of cursing it?   Third, a handmade anything that is designed to be destroyed appeals to me as a former picture framer.   After decades of customers handing me pieces to be preserved for their children and their children’s children and their children’s children’s children, I love lovely things that are made to be temporary.

My recommendation this time of year is to go out and party whenever you’re invited, for there will be months of being cooped up inside watching TV to come.   That being said, I am not thrilled to be the owner of a blow up doll from Jim and Karen’s white elephant party last night, and I’m making it a house rule that no matter how cool the people are that are throwing the party, we aren’t going to any more white elephants.

Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places Lynn Krawczyk spends her life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. If you’d like to join her by posting a photo on Sunday of places you’ve been on your blog/photo hosting site/website, leave a comment on her Sunday posts telling her where she can find you/your photo and she’ll add a link to her sidebar so others can find you. I am one of those that Lynn has badgered into joining her, I have changed it to “where I stood”, because right now I’m sitting in front of the computer, not standing anywhere.

There’s a tree in the house!

treeYes, we got it, and yes, we paid for it.   I love having a real tree in the house, I love the smell of pine in the morning.

Mark and I tend to get our tree late, as we don’t get it decorated until after Christmas.   We’re very careful now to get one before they are all gone.   We learned our lesson.   About five or six years ago we miscalculated, and went out to buy our tree on the evening of the 23rd, Christmas eve eve.   All the tree lots were gone.   Every one of them.   We drove for miles, with no luck at all.   We needed a tree for our party, so our guests could decorate it.   Finally, we found a lot with two trees on it.   The only problem, they were closed.   We really needed a tree.

When I was a kid, I stole a pack of gum from the drug store just to see if I could.   The tree was my second crime of larceny, also a crime of passion.   I needed a tree in my house.   Mark and looked around, picked up that tree, and heaved it in the van.

I’m proud to say all my trees before and since have been legal trees.   I learned my lesson.   This is a sincere, good tree, bought at the tree lot at the beautiful Wilcox House downtown.

The Wilcox House has a couple of rooms decorated for Christmas, if you get a chance, pay your $5 and look inside, it’s pretty and it will help save the house.