Dearest friends and guests,
I am so happy to invite you to this year's Halloween party.
Tell me now, do you believe in witches? I sure hope you do. I am one myself. A REAL witch. Pleased to make your acquaintance. And no this is not an act for Halloween. I really am a real witch. BOO! Did I scare you? See, we witches aren't so bad after all.
Welcome to my humble abode, I invite you to sit in my very own witch's boudoir:
I've also decided to grace you with a little thematic performance. Without further ado, I will sing "I Put A Spell On You" for you all.
I've done myself up in jewels for the occasion. A little glitz on the eyes. See? Witches aren't all green on pointy hats. No sirree, nor are they necessarily old or warty. Any old person walking down the street could be a witch, you would never know now would ya?
Hopefully you've got on your comfiest broom riders for the party travelling? I sure don't, but they are lovely :)
I come to you today, however, with a cautionary tale. These Halloween parties aren't always all fun and games you know. Halloween is the time of year when the veils between the worlds of spirit and mortal, living and dead, are at their thinnest.
Perhaps you hear the word witch and think spells and potions. Bending things to ones will? Acquiring, manipulating, persuading, hmmm?
Well yes, SOME of us witches (not all) have been known to practice that sort of thing. The number one request? Love spells.
People are wont to assume they know what is good for themselves. And here is where the cautionary tale comes in. I, little old innocent me, am completely guilty of this.
"Follow Me Boy!" Sound appealing? Oh yes, he will follow you. He will follow you and not know why. It will progress to the point where he is little more than a zombie, and willing to commit to commit horrendous acts because of you.
"New Orleans Parfum D'Amour" is like catnip for potential suitors. Maddening.
A little graveyard dirt from the grave of an old married couple?
'Til Death Do Us Part.
A dream pillow filled with lavender, chamomile, and thoughts of nothing but you. Dream A Little Dream of Me.
Worst of all, a sip of blood.
True love can not be conjured. It will always be replaced with obsession and lust.
How do I know?
Perhaps my "Follow Me Boy" spell worked a little bit too well ;)
BEFORE I GO!
Before you leave, do enter your name in the drawing for an art piece!
I am offering "Maria Owens" to the winner of the draw! I will pull a name out of a hat in my next blog post. If you leave your email address you will be entered in the giveaway.
Maria is the first witch in the Owens' family in Practical Magic. She put a spell on herself that she would never again feel the agony of love. But as her bitterness grew, the spell became a curse. A curse on any man who dare love an Owens woman. HOW FITTING!
*The painting itself is the only thing included in the giveaway.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN! And do hop along to A Fanciful Twist and visit Vanessa and the other partiers. As always a big thank you to Vanessa at A Fanciful Twist!
Lots of love,