my day at the market

my day at the market in the glorious rain
wind
and spatterings/smatterings of sun the slid in
quite noticed and welcome

birthday celebrations for sis and I have already begun
and this market visit was just part
of the plans
set in motion
fun

get a little flustered in the gut when i eat this favorite fall meal treat
all the more reason to laugh at the gila monster
he speaks my brussel sprout truth
ouch!
i willingly endure pain for the privilege of eating these mothers

a rose by any other name, except when grown in a cabbage patch
but still beautiful in a bouquet
and quietly residing in my bedroom now
festooning a dresser
and reminding me of birthday wishes
given by sis

message for the blogosphere:
someone comes swiftly, head the change of wind and the plowing through old ways to new destinations. not a time for relying on staid and true methods - creative new winds are in gale force, and you'd best hold on for the ride commences... now

making sweet head coverings

i wanna thank you all for hanging in there
and letting me know
what the bleep in the blogger world
little madlycreative
brings to and stirs your pot with

cupcake hats, more sweet somethings
for the adultsized kid
who wants to look super delectable
in the cooler months ahead
yeah

look familiar? you know i love the baked goods
and some fiber too
these will go on sale in my town/in my little store/in the shop where all the handmade things are
as i cobble together an existence
as i try to read the stars and search my soul
i keep on ticking
kicking
and creating
for therein, lies the fun

message to the blogosphere:
sign of the scorpio. messages of death and rebirth. time to look deeply and stave off the fear. rebirthing is right around the corner, baby...

meandering back into the room

i wandered off and left for awhile
i don't like showing up without direction
just because
those days should be over at this stage of my life
should be

full into fall
sometimes blustery, leaf ridden days of cool
or sunshine forced through layers of reds and golds
welcomed with ease and the barest bit of surprise
and a sense of reprieve

this is my and my sister's birth month
don't hold our sultry and deep Scorpio side against us
we're just loyal to a fault
and acerbic in tongue when on the wrong side of the bed
or issue
sensuous and sometimes serious
but way fun

the scarf slash stole is handknit by big sis me, for my little sis for her day of birth
sweet remembrances
and the bench
is where i have been mentally these days
reconsidering life
my craft (s)
and wondering what it all means
to be
me

love reading what my longtime friend and astrologer, Molly Hall has to say
and the great link to author Elizabeth Gilbert, author of "Eat,Drink Pray, Love" that really rocked my boat yesterday


If you wouldn't mind - can you tell me why you come to visit my blog? what is it that makes a trip here worthwhile for you? i have had creator's/bloggers block - and i would love to know what i might be bringing to the table
for all of you

i spy some more halloween pie

such a funfilled time of autumnal cool
and deep russet sighs
warming the kitchen and
stirring your internal pot

witchy warrior women
brew up trouble
and take to the skies

lattes come spiced
cinnamon, cardamon and nutmeg
cling to the rim of porcelain
and lips

oh Great Pumpkin
rise
and bless the weary, wonderful
and eternally hopeful
send orange marmalade manna
and crisp crunch footfall
smooth over what the wind
has shaken loose and sometimes
broken

what i saw today

the colors are bursting all over
saturation of deep and vibrant tones
i look and fall in love with fall

holiday halloween

grrrrrr i can't get to everything
i could screaaaaamm
bear with me as i try to keep it clean here
hapless, helpless in the week's routine
i am soo off my mark
but it could be worse than what it seems

just enough time to fit in a few pics of the neighbors cool place
brew up something spicy to make me step up my pace

rats! nearly forgot that i have projects up my sleeve

nothing you haven't figured on
you who are regular to the scene
but i am keeping it seasonal
you know me
it's like i'm a halloween teen

my first at making cards for this scary fun time
must say that i am partial
to the most witchy of kinds


my visitor, Flat Moogie who hails from another land
is hanging with some creepsters
as only she can
she is drinking far too much grog
keeps me up late at night
and my candycorn goes missing
morning, noon and night

message to the blogosphere:
don't despair, even though you feel that you are wearing down
take special care, the change is in the wind
felt in the very air
but you just need to bear and grin it for the moment
cuz that is what is here
(but nothing is forever, and don't we all know it)

wormy and squirmy came to rest upon a cake

the worms crawl in
the worms crawl out
if you want a cute cupcake
you are in the wrong crowd

some visitors fly in the face of squirmy, wormy fare
Flat Moogie, visiting from moogieland
is completely aware
and still has not a care
as long as she gets chocolate on demand
and all rights to the licking spoon

this is where the ucky, yucky baked cakes met their final resting place
the festivities were on and the crowd was smacking their lips
many of the cup sized morsels would be but a brief but sinfully sweet memory

wanna make some of these graveyard delights?

First -
use a cake mix, follow the directions for cupcakes, but put some LUV into it girls, add chocolate milk instead of water, or buttermilk and when it comes to the oil - maybe use that stuff we call butter

Then -
take an 8oz of cream cheese (okay, this could be lowfat), room temperature, and half a bag of semisweet chocolate chips that you have melted carefully on a double boiler on the stove. whip together, add a teaspoon of vanilla for good measure, and approx. 3 cups of powdered sugar. frost right away.

Decorate -
with crumbled oreo cookies (about 7, without the creamy middles), and some gummi sour worms. makes it look like death warmed over at the cemetery.

Flat Moogie will be visiting madlycreative for a few days - so stay tuned to her crazy antics. she is from the south - who knows what that might end up being...

just what did i "fall" into?

where do i go when it's fall and the skies never dry?
hibernation with a pair of knitting needles
and a slew of good movies
stir in a good book or two
chased down with a cup of hot tea
heaven on earth

doing stuff to pay the bills
making stuff to put under december's tree
writing a second blog about my town
can take a girl right away from the blog she loves best

wet woods
darker skies
shorter days
woollies and toes warmers
battling bugs that come back around and again
sending summer cottons scooting to the back of the clothing den

hooting owls
shot last winter
encased in hand painted frames
and knit i-cord and fallen twigs
i haven't been lazy, you see
just jumbled up in the changing of the season guard
confused by the fading sun
still reinventing my wheel
and, well, hibernating

Message to the Blogosphere:
what better time than now to perfect your craft, whatever that may be
enjoy the solace of your own endeavors. cobble together hours of elaborate, creative fun or just simply feed your mind with threads of thought that tug at your imagination and soul
sheesh - what are you waiting for? this hear is your invitation to explore

halloween can make you happy

here is my wee little holiday bag
that brings in the halloween cheer
and adds the right amount of dash
to every autumn outfit

here is the cupcake that i ate
it was a gift
fresh from the baker's hands
and went straight to my tummy
via the camera lens
and then, really, went straight into my tummy

a jack o'lantern toothy grin
for all who believe in the pumpkin patch
the tooth fairy
and a good sweet tooth
whose craving was blessedly filled
today

i'm a knit alien

i feel like an alien
lost slightly in a world that seems strangely familiar
but the road map went missing

i am good at blending in
everyone believes i belong
and that nothing is amiss
but i truly am green and gooey on the inside, where it counts

so if i seem a little aloof
take it as sign
that i am deep in thought
or just very confused

leaves flutter to the ground
and they have seen their cycle
met their purpose

winter winds herald hibernation and snow
the cover the creeps to still your mind
swallow the ground
slow things down

golden treasures
if only we knew where to dig

topsy turvey alien knitwit
bemused
bewildered
still