big and little crafts

Witch Tip #7 - Cloves Hack

When I was in the 3rd grade, my class read “Little House in the Big Woods” by Laura Ingalls Wilder. Once we finished, we had a Laura Ingalls Wilder day where we dressed up as her and acted her daily life. I remember making corn husk dolls and eating vension soup (yuck 🤢). One hack I learned from that day was how to make a clove apple (aka an apple pomander). 


First you grab an apple and some cloves. Make sure your cloves have the ends jutting out from them. Then you start poking the cloves into the apple. You can make them form a heart or make rows or whatever else you might want to do. Once you’re done, you can stick up on a shelf and let it’s enticing scent fill the air. 

Generally, I keep the apple until it begins to rot and deflate (3-4 months after making it).


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Incorporating Witchcraft Into Everyday Life

Let’s face it, many of us modern witches don’t have time in the day to be hanging out with elder witches and doing rituals with our schedules. Because of this, we may feel disconnected from our craft over time. These are some simple ways to work your magick into your everyday life!

✨Using Sigils:

Sigils are one of the most basic fundamentals in your craft, and eventually will become a part of your day naturally. Draw sigils onto everyday objects in places people don’t typically notice and charge them. Just be sure to either remember where they are or make a note so you can recharge them at a later time. Sometimes I will actually skip this bit and leave a crystal that charges sigils on its own in the room instead!

✨Bathing:

Make some of your own bath salts in larger quantities on your time off (given they will not spoil) and store them in jars. Make sure you have something that will not break to store them in. Having a glass jar hit the tub floor probably won’t end well. Make the salts with ingredients that correspond to your desired intention, then label the jars with that intention so you know which salt you want to use later!

✨Eating:

Create some blessings to say before meals. They can be quick, simple blessings consisting of a few words or long, planned out blessings. Be sure to write them down!

✨Studying:

Studying practically consumes my life at this point, so taking time to practice my craft is a pretty big sacrifice for what little time I do have. I work witchcraft into my everyday life by blessing the materials I study with (such as pens, calculators, paper, etc.) so that I all of my hard work pays off! It’s a great way to save time.

As always, feel free to reblog and comment how you guys work witchcraft into your every day life. Blessed Be Dearies!

Fic: Walking in the deep blue night

Part three of my Heartlines AU.

Part 1 Whiskey on a Pink Dress

Part 2 - Breathing in the Half Light

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Originally posted by undertheinfinite





He arrived outside Taps for the third time and checked his watch. 6.45. He’d been round the block three times and it was still far too early. Should he go in and wait? Or should he wait outside? Or should he walk around a while longer to avoid looking too over eager?

“Jesus, Jamie. Getting a bloody grip on yerself man. She’s only a woman”

But what a woman. He hadn’t been able to get the image of her out of his head. He’d spent the whole day languishing around his apartment like a lovesick teenager, thinking about her. The soft curl of her hair on her shoulder. The way she looked at him when she’d run her finger down his cheek. He’d also fielded several angry calls and text messages from his friends wondering where he’d run off to.

“Ye’re no Cinderella, ye know’ grumbled Rupert “Ya didna need to be running off before the clock struck midnight.”

“Ah, but my work there was done, Rupe. I’d already been swept off my feet” He recounted his meeting with Claire and his plans to see her that evening.

“Ye were cramping our style there anyway.” laughed back Rupert.

“Aye, I can see how 4 married men in their thirties and forties would have been the toast of the club” Despite his big talk, Rupert had been happily married to his childhood sweetheart for 15 years and was as blissfully happy now as he had been the day he married Gina.

Rupert laughed again. “Aye, well. Gina asks are ya coming to dinner on Wednesday, she’ll likely grill you about the lassie but the kids have been asking for their Uncle Jamie.”

“I’ll be there, wouldn’t want to disappoint the bairns. Or Gina.” he added wryly.

He’d then spent an inordinate amount of time picking out clothes and trying to decide if the fact he had his knickers in a knot about going out for a drink with a woman he had spoken to for probably no more than 7 minutes meant he had severe emotional problems. Why was he so uptight? Whilst he’d not exactly been Glasgow’s version of Casanova, he had been on dates in the last few years. There had been the nice dentist that he met in the supermarket and gotten to talking to over a discussion on the merits of Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc versus Napier. They’d had dinner a few times. He’d even kissed her, but he felt no desire to pursue her and when she text him to let her know she’d been asked out by someone else, he’d wished her joy and simply never thought of her again. He vaguely realised now that probably hadn’t been her main motivation is revealing that tit bit to him.  Then there was F&B journalist he’d met at a craft beer fair when he’d first started diversifying the farm. They’d gone out once she’d spent the entire night talking about her ex, who was a musician before puking in his car on the way home. He’d seen her at a few events since but she’s given him a wide berth. His car still smelt a bit on hot days.

But this, he knew, was different. He wanted to see her, to be in her company, to breath the same air as her. The thought of hearing her laugh, of maybe being the one who made her laugh…

After his fourth lap of the block he arrived back outside the bar. 6.55. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open. It was quiet, being Sunday night and the bar contained about a dozen people. A small group of men in the corner drinking stout and discussing the different brews, a couple at the bar, and Claire.

She sat at a table near the window, staring out at the street. There was a book of poetry spine up in front of her and she had glass and bottle in front of her. Her hair was pulled back slightly, but was starting to escape near the front. She wore black jeans and a black shirt.Her pale skin seemed to glow.  She was lovelier than he had remembered.

“I promise to try not to spill that one down you” he said with a smile. She looked up at him and he motioned to the drink in front of her. “I’m not saying I won’t, but I promise I’ll try”

She smiled back and stood. There was an awkward moment when neither of them seemed to really know what to do. He wanted to touch her, but a hug seemed too familiar, a handshake too formal. Claire solved the dilemma by putting her hand on his arm.

“It’s lovely to see you, Jamie” she said sincerely and he felt the heat rise in his face slightly.

“Oh great” he thought, “now I’m blushing” Claire sat, not seeming to notice the colour which had flooded his cheeks. She gestured for him to do the same. “I’ll just get a drink, can I get you another? A whiskey this time?”

“Oh, no, a little early in proceedings for whiskey yet. I’ll have another of these.” She tipped the bottle towards him. Lady Broch Taurach pale ale. He grinned at her. “You like that do you?”

 “oh yes, my friend Joe at work introduced me to craft beers and he’s a big fan of a little brewery near Inverness, Lallybroch, I think they’re called. I’ve developed a taste for this one”

He nodded and headed to the bar. Lallybroch microbrewery was the most recent expansion he had made to his family business. Lallybroch had been in his family since forever and was a the main factor in his decision to leave oil and gas and come home to Scotland. He was strangely chuffed that she was drinking his beer, brewed on his farm and although he knew it to be simple coincidence, he could not help but feel the same jolt of serendipitous good fortune that he’d felt when he had, quite literally, bumped into her the night before.

He returned with the drinks and sat down next to her so they could both look out of the window. Its started to rain. Because of course it had. It was Scotland. They chatted aimlessly and easily and Jamie’s nerves dissipated slightly. He was still incredibly aware of her, but she was so unassuming, so funny. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had so much fun. She told him about her job at the hospital. She’s a surgeon. He told her about Lallybroch. She picked up the bottle in front of her. “I’m impressed. And who or what, exactly is a Lady Broch Taurach?”

“Well,” he settled in to tell a much loved story. “Lallybroch has been in my family since the eighteenth century. Back then we owned the whole estate, and our family were Lairds. The estate was called Broch Taurach, the Laird and his Lady were named for the estate. We just have the farm now, but it’s plenty.  The farm itself is a proper working hill sheep farm and we have some highland cattle as well. We have a tourist bit, with a gift shop and a restaurant and the such. And then about 18 months ago I opened the brewery. We sell to quite a few places. ‘The Laird’s bedroom’, which is a stout and the pale ale” he gestured to Claire’s drink “are probably our top sellers. I live in Glasgow most of the time, running the business side of things and my sister and her husband run the farm day to day”

“A brewer, my dream man” she said with a giggle taking a swig. By this point they’d both had more than was probably sensible or wise on a Sunday night and were both finding life and each other hilarious.

“So how did you end up in Scotland? A wee Sassenach lassie like yer self?” he deliberately thickened his highland accent  in the second half of the question and once again felt a warmth in the pit of his stomach at the sheer pleasure of making her laugh.

“Oh, well” her face darkened a bit “Well, it was my husband. Frank.”

“Your, your husband?” he swallowed audibly.

“Oh we’re divorced now. That tends to happen when your wife finds you in bed with your Phd student” She said this flippantly enough, but her jaw was set and her eyes had dulled.

“I’m sorry t’hear that, Claire”

“It’s fine, really, it’s just, well” She gestured vaguely into the air in a manner that conveyed that whilst things might be fine now, at some point in the not very distant past they had been a long way from fine. “It probably wouldn’t have been so bad if I hadn’t just lost the baby” Tears welled in her eyes and he could see her trying to master herself. He reached forward and took her hand.

“You don’t have to tell me. You don’t owe me anything, but if you want to talk. Well, I’ll do what I can to listen”  She gave him a watery half smile at that.

“Thank you, but really. It’s in the past. It was very hard at the time. I had to do a lot to move past it, but I did and I try not to look back.”

She squeezed his hand.

“I think I might let you buy me that whiskey now”

Several very good whiskeys later he had in turn told her all about Geneva, his terrible relationship history and the real reason for his being in the nightclub on the previous night.

Claire was doubled over with laughter as he reenacted the various conversations he had with people in the run up to the night itself.

“Why everyone seemed so sure I was gonna meet the love of my life in a dodgy Glasgow disco with sticky carpets and one pound shots I’ll never know? They must have really thought I was a hopeless case”

“I’m fairly certain that was why we ended up there as well. Glenna, one of the nurses I work with, has been trying to set me up for the past year. I know that Altered Images is definitely not poor Mary’s scene and from the way Geillie and Glenna were literally trying to throw me in the path of every man that came by, I suspect this was another attempt at finding me ‘a braw laddie’” She did a truly awful Scottish accent and they both laughed again.

“Ya know what, Claire?” he asked as he regained his composure, “I don’t think I’ve ever laughed as much as I have tonight, with you” Her colour heightened slightly at the compliment and she looked him in the eye.

Her eyes are the same colour as the whiskey he noted abstractly. Warm and golden, and so deep and rich you could lose yourself in them.

The moment was broken by the bar man coming over and asking them to drink up. Glancing around Jamie realised they were alone in the bar. He glanced at his watch.

“I er, well” He stuttered trying to find his thoughts. He did not want the night to end, but given that it was a Sunday night could think of no way to extend it.

“Would you like to come back to my place?” Claire asked outright with no hint of nervousness. “I have whiskey” she added teasingly, seeing him hesitate.

“Aye, why not?” He suddenly felt very alive and not a small bit reckless. He had no expectations of her, but the idea of irresponsibly drinking Scapa Glansa on a Sunday night with the woman of his dreams seemed like too good a chance to pass up.

“I only live around the corner, we can walk” Gathering up her book, which lay discarded on the table, and bag she held out a hand to him. He took it and together they walked out into the rainy night

💘  Sisterhood Valentine’s Day Scratch Off Cards 💘 

These adorable DIY Valentine Scratch Off Tickets would be terrific for big/littles, new members, or your favorite greek guy! Tailor the rewards to your recipient. 

Materials Needed: 

  1. Heavy paper
  2. White crayon
  3. Acrylic paint
  4. Liquid dishwashing soap

Create your Card:

  • Print your design on card stock.
  • Write 3 “gifts” inside the hearts.
  • Cover the words inside each heart heavily with white crayon.
  • Mix 2 parts acrylic paint with 1 part dish soap. For example, to make several cards, use 2 tsp. paint & 1 tsp. soap. A little goes a long way. 
  • Paint over the handwritten hearts.
  • Allow to dry and give to your sweetest Valentines. 

This idea would be fun for other sisterhood events too, not just for Valentine’s Day. Try it for big/little clue week, reveal, retreats, sisterhood socials, etc!

anonymous asked:

Hey I'm just starting out with sigil magick so I'm looking through info and I just wanted to know if you guys had any blog/people recommendations off the top of your head because I trust your input, if it's not too much trouble thank you!

Here’s a few links to get you started. I hope this helps.

Sparrow

The Little Book of BIG Decorating IDEAS

I was gonna do a project this week, and it was gonna be a two-parter.  But then I slept instead of going to the supermarket.  Next week for sure!

In the meantime, I spent about three hours today scanning and resizing and cropping images from a book I got out of the library so there would be a post this week.

We are looking at The Little Book of BIG Decorating IDEAS from Country Living:

Some of this book is just boring and you’ve seen it before, but SOME of it.. well..

This is perfectly reasonable and totally not a fire hazard, right?

If you actually LIKE any of these books, don’t do this.

Why did you show us the crucified woman instead of the mermaid?  Why is the unicorn’s horn droopy?  WHY is there a picture of Mao on the wall in the bathroom on the next page?

I’m so confused.

There’s a TV back there?  You’d have to crane your neck like a mother to see it, plus there’s a goddamn plant in the way.  I call bullshit.

There is something VERY wrong with those olives.

Okay, pouring your spices into unlabeled containers is a lot of work for no reward.

Also fuck you, those are test tubes.

Too SHINY?  Is this what rich people worry about?

Upholstered chairs at the table SOUND nice, but then fucking Uncle Larry spills his wine and you have to hate him forever.

OHHHH NO.  No more spoons.

A mirror at the kitchen sink, for people who like to stare at themselves while they scrub dishes.

Wait, I have a toolbox!  It’s not wooden, but what the fuck!  And the place I order beads from sent me a weird tassel for christmas!  I’m gonna do this right now!

Mmmm.

Nope.

Put some flammable shit in some other flammable shit and add a wick.  Then pack it in some flammable shit in a flammable box.

Great for people you want to get rid of, I guess.

I think I’m gonna save up wick pieces and do this at some point.

Okay, now you’re trying too hard.

This is the murder room.  It’s what you see right before they murder you.

To me, this just says you put them there and forgot about them.

Okay, why do tile if you’re just going to make it look like brick?

Also that picture is gonna get SO ruined.

Photos of perfume bottles:  "cheeky.“

anonymous asked:

Hello love! I'm new to the whole witchcraft thing and I was wondering if you had any advice especially about being a closet witch. Thanks so much !

No problem! 😊

First of all, don’t worry too much. You see, most people don’t just assume “Witchcraft!” if you have herbs or crystals. You may not want to have pentagrams and ouiji boards lying around tho. XD

Also, don’t worry about not having a ton of tools, or experience, or being a “proper” witch. (Whatever the fuck that is) That stuff is great, and very useful, but don’t stress it if you don’t have a wand or a ton of crystals or a fancy crystal ball.

Also, do your research. I would advise looking into what you are most interested in, and going from there. And I mean the big categories, not little sections of the craft. Spells? Divination? Astral? Spirit work? Then get some basics down. Remember, you can’t learn it all in a day, and some things take longer than others. Also, magic is like a sport or hobbie: practice makes perfect.

Finally, have fun! Magic should be enjoyable, not a chore or stress. Happy Journeys! 💜🔮

Tagged by @whiteone, sorry friendo fr late rep, I have only comeback from Egg hunt. (ノ^ヮ^)ノ*:・゚✧

1. WHAT’S YOUR NAME?
Hồng Vân (mean Red Clouds)

2. HOW OLD ARE YOU? 26

3. WHAT ARE YOU TALENTED AT? Draw/painting is my best shot so far (Digital and henna sometime). Capable to laugh at almost everything, especially when mocking. Aside from that, a little cooking and crafting.

4. WHAT IS A BIG GOAL YOU ARE WORKING TOWARDS/HAVE ALREADY ACHIEVED?  I have two stories that I want to bring to life, but only start some small steps. It’s gonna be a long way ahead since I still baffling between what I want to show and what need to be shown.  

5. WHAT’S YOUR AESTHETIC? The Subtle Art of Not Giving A Fuck

6. DO YOU COLLECT ANYTHING? I’m sort of a hoarder. When I was a kid, I would collect all sort of trinket or pebbles/mineral/ plant specimens. Now, I just buy some artbook/Tarot sometime because I like the look or they have info I need.

7. WHAT IS A TOPIC YOU ALWAYS BRING UP IN CONVERSATION?  Game, pet ( mostly cats and dogs), tarot, art tip

8. WHAT’S A PET PEEVE OF YOURS? I deeply afraid of affected with FOMO (Fear of missing out). While it was once push me to be faster and more efficient in create product, it have become a heavy shackles for a very long time.
I feel like this world has become enamoured of the easy road to success. From social network like Youtube and Reddit to the rise of crowdfunding like Patreon and Kickstater, people buy into the idea that ‘prolific’ and ‘popular’ equate to ‘talent’ and ‘originality’; purely because they are being told that it is so by the very people who want to exploit them in exchange for exposure – and eventually, for money.

And thus, an addiction was born, and sometime, we couldn’t shut up about even the pettiest thing, for we fear the day we shut up, we would be forget.

I don’t want to become one like that again. Look back, that time was the most misery phase in my life. I unhappy with a life lack of exposure, create half ass content, and thus become even more unhappy with the outcome when I saw how bland they were.

9. GOOD ADVICE TO GIVE?  Screw finding your passion lad. And if you found it you don’t have to make a livelihood out of it either.

10. RECOMMEND THREE SONGS OR MORE  :

For travel through Soulborne world, one should always brave themselves with the melody of True Strength by John Dreamer

For the heat of the hunt, any track from album Battlecry or Sky World by Two Steps From Hell. In case you got your ass kicked repeatedly, you could always pretend to dance with the beats.

For the jolly or revere cooperation, Friend ship to last by Thomas Bergersen. Or Empire of Angel when you get zapped by cancer angel.

Tag @fidgetawesomesauce  and @spockemon and anyone want to join this ^^.