As all of us witches are aware, Imbolg is drawing to a close and Ostara is swiftly approaching. Ostara is a very special time for the Celtic Wheel of the Year; when the celebration of Eostre, the Goddess of Spring, is celebrated along with the Vernal Equinox. Ostara is simply brilliant, being the perfect balance between light and dark and (the point I was attempting to make at the beginning of this post) a time of SOWING! There is nothing in life that leaves me entirely jubilated and saturates me in full-heartedness more than FRESH FLOWERS adorning every sq.ft. of my home (and externally, too!).
With that bit said and somewhat done, I have taken the liberty to do just that – Sprint out to my home away from home, yes, my beloved Fresh Market. I waltzed through the mechanically enhanced front doors that give you a false sense of prominence, feeling rather intoxicated from the smell of semi-cut roses and bouquets of colorful brilliance (be it the unbelievably reasonable prices or the actual faux scent previously showered upon them earlier in the day, because let’s face it, flowers don’t actually smell like flowers? Do they? Ha!) I was in a state of pure (but temporary) bliss. So, I bombarded the flower section like a fly on shit (pardon my not-so-french) and almost sprung a leak from the onset of perennial anxiety, which soon passed due to the lady that I had originally concluded, spoke to plants, much like myself, and brushed it off as such, only to realise she was indeed actually asking her ‘pocket pooch’ which bundle she should get? A dog in a grocery store where your food is stored and sanitized is one thing, but a minikin toy breed, shivering and terrified, in a PURSE, drew blood with me. Needless to say, I will keep this post mostly PG and assert that I threw a very nasty look in her direction.
Bigotry aside, I decided I would spend money I don’t have (no I typically do not resort to retail therapy, I believe in no such blasphemy) but you can blame Global Warming for teasing me and my unhealthy obsession with flowers for that bit. I stood, contemplating my next move. “Should I waste money on this?”; “I’ll just grab one bunch and walk away, yeah, walk…. away.”; “Ok, these are beautiful…Oooo, ooooooooo ORCHIDS!”; “MUST HAVE! Ok two, that’s it, THAT’S IT!”. *silently eeeeeeeeee’s* Yeah, I went a bit haywire. These were the first bundle of darlings I snagged…
Of course I had to ‘shabbify’ them with my Mason treasures and some Rose ribbon. Cut off an inch at an angle and filled ’em up!
Here is my lovely Orchid I doubled back for. What do you think? She’s quite the natural beauty. I think she would give Toddlers and Tiara’s a run for their money, aye? No, really, that show should be outlawed.
Last, but certainly not least, I decided to indulge myself in a bit of ‘light spring cleaning’ in attempts to simplify my life momentarily. Let’s face it, we’re women, we all go through phases, just like the moon, except a bit more erratic and unannounced. No thanks to our beloved Red-Headed Stepchild. Speaking of the Crimson Wave, she may or may not have something to do with the extra Chocolate Dipped Pretzels coated in Sprinkles, M&M’s, and Peanut Butter Chips that I ‘accidentally’ tossed in my reusable bag (don’t worry, I will rant about bags in another post, but you will be spared… for now). In all sincerity, peruse the isles of The Fresh Market and hunt them down if you must, they are bloody brilliant (most likely pun intended). They are referred to as ‘Fretzels’ or ‘Fractured Pretzels’ and they will make you want to slap a kitten (I’m just kidding, who slaps a kitten, really?). http://fretzels.com/ Don’t worry, you can Thank me later (or share my blog *winks*).
Ok, ok, I know… this post is becoming painstakingly lengthy, but I have one little treat left for you. HYDRANGEAS, people, Hydrangeas. If you really want to perk up that entryway or foyer in your lovely abode, grab an old basket, visit your local nursery or flower shop for any colour Hydrangea you can wrap your fluffy little palms around (Who am I talking to, my Husky?) and rest her upon (in my case) a vintage vanity chair that is older than myself, a tin bucket, old wine cask; anything your creative side can stumble upon. It’s a great way to prepare your home for Spring and add some new life into that stuffy ol’ space from the winter months. Alas….
Until next time,
Yours Truly – The Witch Kitch’ (Missus R)