Makeover

It's shamefully late, considering that Fall is my favorite season...but at last
the page has got it's pretty autumn colors.
Even The Girl with a Pearl Earring agreed to dress up a bit and wear a seasonal wreath over her turban.

God I love this time of the year, I feel fresh and alive. Like it's a new beginning. The air is crisp, the trees are incredible, the smells....oh, the smells....
And it's the time to go walk in the orchards, pick apples and pumpkins and corn.

Bake all kinds of spicy, warm things. Hot chocolate, apple pie, cranberry sauce, gingerbread cookies. Totally brings out the Martha Stewart in me that's been half asleep all summer.
It's like a festival for a few weeks. All of it leading to the big final: Halloween!

Welcome to Fall!

Of course...

Once you start that, there is no stopping. It's kind of like the anagram site....

This is Christina Ricci (Riccy??) It's just unbelievable, how she looks like a woman on one side, and strikingly like a five years old child on the other. And here is Tori Amos, because she's very pretty usually, and looks like the cutest doll on the left....but made me spit my green tea all over my screen when I saw the side of her face that looks like *freaking JOHN TRAVOLTA!!!* And these two....well, I won't spoil the fun, let's make this a guessing game. Who are those disturbing side-creatures that prove that sometimes, it takes two average people to create gorgeous, sexy faces?

Two Sides of Ourselves

Here is a fun experiment.
Take a photo of your face, looking straight into the camera. I used this one:

Using a basic photo modifying computer program, copy and paste one half of the face and switch it to the other side. Dot that for the second side, and you will get your two different selves.

I guess this is a good way to determine your "Best-side". I had no idea we had sides so different.

This is rather pretty:

While this...this is...uuuhh....well...unfortunate:


I guess my best side is the right one then....

Do my fingers look fat?

Well gosh darn it, loosing weigh DOES have it's bad sides.
I never realized that loosing 15 lbs could, and IS enough to ensure that all of your old rings are now too large. So you have to re-buy a jewelry wardrobe too!?

It's kind of sad, because some of the rings are so special. None are expensive (I'm a collector of cheap stuff), so it's not the money that matters, but some of them were so original. I will never find the same again. I guess I'll have to wear them on chains.....

It really is puzzling me, because honestly, I haven't seen much of the weigh vanish where it counts. (Hips, I'm looking at you!) I will never complain of having to throw away a pair of jeans because my butt has shrunk. No, I'd burn them with a smile on my face and dance around the fuming remains happily.

But really, have I lost 15 lbs of finger and wrist fat?

An Experiment for the Women

Apparently, women have a special connection with the Moon.

Some people feel closer to it, of course.
I always thought it was one of the most beautiful things in nature, especially when it's full and huge and orange. I even got a crescent moon tattooed on the back of my neck. To mark my love for nature. To me the Moon represents all of it. Some force that's always there every night going again and again in a cycle.

This is apparently the reason why ancient people and today's pagans have chosen our satellite as a symbol of the Mother Goddess. A visible, never-ending cycle, from waxing crescent (young woman), to full moon (mother), to waning crescent (Wise/old woman).

Tribes that lived outdoors were obviously fascinated by the moon, and noted the effect it had on their women.
I read recently, that back when people slept outside, and were closer to nature and more in tune with it. The women's monthly cycle were directly influenced by the Moon's magnetic attraction.
That it was synchronized to come along with the Full Moon.
And this is why some people even continue to call this period of the month "Being in their moon."

Of course, that fascinates me. Is that even possible?
The book said that us indoor women who don't camp out every day can get that connection back, simply by closing or opening our bedroom curtains according to the moon. To sleep in complete darkness on the new moon, and slowly opening them as it grows every night.

So if some of you girls are interested, try this at home, I know I will. And even men, if you disregarded the title and read this post anyway, try this on your woman.
Let's look to the right of our screen, tonight, the moon is waxing, still a tiny crescent. Curtains closed, girls!

A Love Potion

Well, I should make an effort to live up to my Blog's name and give you a proper little spell worthy of a Kitchen Witch:


"When the time comes, warm this potion and give to the one whose love you would sweeten and warm." (I suppose you could have some too.)

"Add to red wine, 1 teaspoon of each:
Rosemary, Anise, Clove, honey, Orange rind, ground Cumin, And 3 green leaves from a rose geranium.
Bring to a simmer and stir deosil while counting to 91. Cool til the brew stops steaming, then strain."

I have to admit I never tried that potion, but whether it works or not, it must smell divine just brewing it up.
Thanks to Gruenwold Cottage's Kitchen Witch for the recipe.
http://www.pookachild.com/

Lily's Fun Facts

Did you know.....

1-That according to a Google search, a screaming baby is 115 decibels?

2-That is more noise then a motorcycle, a Lawnmower or a Garbage truck?

3-That sometimes, when you work at a daycare, you have to reach the conclusion that the cutest-blue-eyed-doll-like-little-thing is most likely hitting the 120 decibels?

4-That 120 decibels= Race Car/Rock Band?

5-And that sometimes....there are more then one in a closed space?

NOOOO!

Nooo!No!Not you TOO!

OH!!Nelly, Nelly, Nelly...WHY????

Right....I'll....I'll just pretend I never saw that....She will be back to brunette soon...Oh dear god I hope she will be back to brunette soon.

And I'm back....

....And it was genius, as expected.

I was really afraid something would happen to prevent my attending. Not to be negative, but when I get hugely excited about something and get my hopes all up, fate often likes to have a good laugh at me and it ends up not happening.
So I was on the lookout....you know, lost tickets, natural disaster, Loreena catching a mysterious illness of the throat....but no. Thank you, fate, for letting me have this.

Her voice....it was just incredible. The drums, the Lyra, the cello....god, there are no words. It was worth all the worries and the tiresome metro ride with the freaks and pervs of Montreal.
(I also got the occasion to see a few female Loreena fans who had adopted her lioness hairstyle of huge brushed out curls with a fringe. Very amusing.)

She DID perform The Mystic`s dream, so I can now die happy. But maybe I was building my hopes way too high about it, and I ended up feeling a bit let down. They left out the gorgeous Gregorian chants at the start, and those are such an important part of the song to me...to build up the whole mood. But it still was great.

The Old Ways was the hit of the evening to me, I never expected to like the live version that much.

Yeah, I know, it`s all useless Blah-Blah to non-fans so I'll stop myself, but I needed to get it out of my mind...I won`t sleep tonight. And I`m very tempted to brush out my curls in honor of the Lady.

Results of kicking my own butt

Remember, a while ago, I missed the occasion to meet my idol, Loreena McKennitt, due to my extreme laziness and reluctance to go out of my precious nest on weekends? Yeah? I do too, and I remember how frustrated with myself I was the day after.

So that's why I immediately, without thinking twice, bought tickets to her show in Montreal as soon as it was announced. And I waited and waited, got nervous, and started thinking of how I'd get myself there, all the buses and trains I'd have to take in the dark. The weird people in Montreal...*shiver*

But tonight is the night.
I know it will be something I will remember for the rest of my life, it will be one of my most treasured memories. I don't know if it can be compared to getting married...the day before...you know it will be nerve racking and exciting, and deep down, you are horribly jittery.
But somehow, you manage to go trough the day's routine, wash your hair, do your bed, paper work in a normal way. But it's like the brain is refusing to register so as to function without freaking out.

I even killed a bad flu successfully using Echinacea drops, lots of water and going to bed at 9 every night this week.
I don't even want to imagine how depressing it would have been to be sick today.