February seems to be drawing to a close and I must say,it has been just rushing by. I have been busy recently, working on video projects and as always working on the light witch shop. I am trying to ...
The rule of threes, the triple godess, three primary hues, the three dimensions, the triangle.
This crazy weather, it has been so warm here and after the huge snow storms we had last year and the blizzard back in October. I am trying to embrace it, to set aside my natural urge to wear three pa...
Sharing my house with the one I love, who happens to be a man, often means that I can not just deck out my whole place with flowers, lace and all things girly all the time. Granted quit a bit of our...
A while back I said I was going to try to do more outfit posts… well I meant it. Although I have not done so in the last month I actually got around to it today. My outfit today is inspired by the vi...
Cold and darkness come for us all, but underneath and beside it life still flows.
Le Revenant Comme les anges à l’oeil fauve,Je reviendrai dans ton alcôveEt vers toi glisserai sans bruitAvec les ombres de la nuit; Et je te donnerai, ma brune,Des baisers froids comme la luneEt des ...
“There’s a certain Slant of light,Winter Afternoons —That oppresses, like the HeftOf Cathedral Tunes —Heavenly Hurt, it gives us —We can find no scar,But internal difference,Where the Meanings, are —...
Tuscan, that wanderest through the realms of gloom,With thoughtful pace, and sad, majestic eyes,Stern thoughts and awful from thy soul arise,Like Farinata from his fiery tomb.Thy sacred song is like ...
Sometimes at night the light will play tricks with you.
The winter woods, with out a snow flake fallen, ice and moss wrap around pines and stone. The trees speak softly of wild hunts and woodwose in the valley. Toil briskly for the day light fades and Hol...
“When midnight mists are creeping,And all the land is sleeping,Around me tread the mighty dead,And slowly pass away.Lo, warriors, saints, and sages,From out the vanished ages,With solemn pace and rev...
2011 is almost over, just hours minute and seconds remain, no longer to have days or evenings left. 2012 is pushing through, crowning,if you will, into being. Perhaps it’s a new dawn, or a setting su...
I was playing around with a vintage hat that I picked up at last fall’s Brimfield show. The hat is a hard hat to wear because it’s so old and the viel is so large and white.. but I love it none the l...
Back when the sun was still out past five, and the leaves gently swayed in the summer breeze, is when me and this lovely sweater crossed paths. I couldn’t resist it. Although wearing it some how make...
Winter a time for the north to freeze and sleep. To dream and to praise the warmth of the fire. The world seems trapped in a magical spell, a time when gloom and glitter unite. The world s...
There is an end of the year sale over at Light Witch. 20% off until 1-2-12!!!!!
A brief photo summary of the lovely Emily Rose’s Birthday weekend in NYC!!! I don’t actually have words for the love I have for that woman or to even explain how much fun I had! we even ran into som...
On the shores of Plymouth, the bay rolls in and rounded stones part the sand. The air is cold but the salt in the air is heavy. The lull of the waves, the distant call of the cormorants perched on la...
Vintage clothing from Light Witch Vintage Model Samantha Derendal
Just a few weekends past I had the pleasure of spending the afternoon with the enchanting Marissa Nadler. She is a lovely creature with an even more lovely voice. I feel honored to have worked with ...
The last month and a half have been busy to say the least and I just have not had the chance to fill you all in on whats been going on. Back in November I was in St. Louise with my girls Emily and S...
We have seen where we are traveling, for it is where we have been. We are all one with all that is. We are children of deity and we are deity. WE are part of the creative life forces which move the u...
October is drawing to an end and Samhain approaches, the air grows colder on the hillside and the leaves once bright and decedent on the tree tops, float in swirls of cool wind across the ...
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