Let me tell you the tale of the time I decided to go through
the secret keyhole.
I heard tell of the beauty and delights, wonder and magic and treats and clay sprites...

And in! Now for the story to begin!

In the morning the air was biting with cold and fog clings about the fields.

Dewdrops like diamonds decorate the surface of every still thing.

My morning reading I read over and over with no understanding. Familiar words kept coming to me...a chilling fragment of the Ode to the West Wind by Percy Bysshe Shelley (husband to ghoul writer Mary Shelley but of course)
O Wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, thou from whose unseen presence, the leaves dead are driven like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing...
The wind moved outside and the leaves rattled and rasped. Fleeing they indeed seem to be, racing across the green.

I look about and half the day is gone! Have I been sitting at the desk all this time? But there are strange things about me that I have no memory of collecting. Jars and books and secret keys...
A jar of shiny green fairy wings? What magic there must be in those...


Tiny bats and candles of wax.

Pirate ships, secret ingredients and old tales?

The pages of a book are open before me, I must write it down this magical tale spinning in my head. But the tale is really true, it happened to me and could happen to you!

Time traveling apparatus with...

A view to the future? Or the past?

Perhaps I'll consult the gazing ball.

Memories float through the air like unhitched spiderwebs. The sights and thoughts surround me. The smell of cinnamon and nutmeg fills the air, warm fresh bread and bubble bubble. Where have I been and am I in trouble?

But the book is closed. I have finished the story. Or is it only just beginning?

But the warmth and memories have already begun to fade. It is already night and a chill is upon my cheek as I wonder where I have gone.

Many thanks to Vanessa for hosting these lovely get-togethers! Thank you for visiting me! Be sure to
visit all the other lovely party-goers!

In case you were wondering about a few things...
My quill is a painted turkey feather, not really a hawk feather.
Want to make your own paper bag art like my Percy Bysshe Shelley quote? I have a tutorial
here.
Care to make your own jar of fairy wings from maple keys? I have a tutorial for that too! Go
here and enjoy!
This is my 300th post, hurray! Perhaps we could do a little giveaway in honor of the fact? A pair of shiny earbobs from
my etsy shop may interest you. Leaving me a comment will enter you to win - maybe you could let me know if you'd be interested in winning? Open to anyone!
Poison Berry Pumpkin Patch earrings. Are they little black pumpkins or deadly nightshade berries? Either way they are perfect for Halloween!
(someone mentioned they couldn't win because they don't have pierced ears, but I have clip-on fasteners as well, so if that applies to you, you can still enter and I can swap the hooks out for you no problem!)THIS GIVEAWAY IS NOW CLOSED.
Congratulations to lucky winner...

Ana @
A Beleza de Todas Coisas!