December 30, 2008
December 24, 2008
'Twas the Night before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
~ Clement Clarke Moore
(Here's a version especially for the Floridians.)
Twas a Florida Christmas
T'was the night before Christmas and all through the town,
Don't forget to leave porridge in the hayloft for the elves and cookies near the fireplace for Santa ;)
December 13, 2008
December 11, 2008
November 25, 2008
November 24, 2008
November 14, 2008
November 6, 2008
November 3, 2008
*WARNING: The following is not intended for children.*
A Black Widow's Fear
One night Mother Webber tucked her little kiddies into bed.
"Please tell us a spooky story," they’d pled.
Oh darlings, not just before bed.
How 'bout I tell you about your daddy instead?
"Oh yes - we love that story," they all said.
With the exception of Junior, who frantically nodded his head.
Well all right. As you know; it was the night that we had wed.
Your daddy had gone out to pick up some bread.
Being customary for a groom to keep his wife well fed.
The next morning is when your daddy was found - DEAD!
Mysteriously caught in our web without any bread the detective had said.
Now Mommy’s a widow ::sigh:: mourning forever with eyes eternally red.
You'll all inherit the family curse just as soon as you've bred.
But your poor little brother won’t be so lucky I dread.
Sure he’ll roll in the hay, but he won’t make it past his wedding day.
Poor Junior couldn’t sleep a wink that night; horrified at what his mommy had to say.
"I refuse to be a victim of foul play!"
"I’ll never take a bride - no way!"
"Let some other sucker be a female’s prey!"
After much thought, he concluded his only option was to turn gay.
So he stayed up all night practicing his sashay.
October 25, 2008
October 21, 2008
October 18, 2008
Ahhh... can you smell the anticipation brewing?! It should peak just in time for the party. I'm anxiously awaiting the arrival of some ghoulish guests. Unfortunately most of them can't make it until dusk or later. They don't care much for daylight. In the meanietime I hope you'll go mingle with the other partygoers (see the guest list at A Fanciful Twist it's on the right sidebar there). Then I'll see you tonight around dusk (about 7-ish Eastern time). Wear a costume if you like.
October 4, 2008
September 25, 2008
May 6, 2008
April 15, 2008
April 10, 2008
March 18, 2008
I met so many wonderful clayers. I really believe clayers are a special breed (MOST, anyway). One of those people was the founder of PolymerCafe Magazine, Joan Clipp who graciously offered to share her clay, tools and supplies with me - sweet huh?! We sat there laughing and claying most of the day. Others told me of their adventures at Synergy the NPCG's conference as well as other events. Some of the clayers were sharing techniques and doing demos at our table.
Later that evening, Maureen Carlson was demonstrating her mask molds and all of the whimsical faces that can be created with them. Maria Shriver was demonstrating how she drills holes in the beautiful caned beads she makes. Christi Friesen was demonstrating her dragon making techniques, who by the way, is an absolute joy to be around (when she's not bumping into you or cutting you off - JK - I've forgiven her). She has a wonderful playful attitude that makes learning fun. They had a make/take booth set up for metal clay, which is pretty neat stuff, but I don't trust myself with the blowtorch. I think the embossing gun and wood burning iron are about as risky as I should get with heat - LOL.
February 14, 2008
February 5, 2008
January 22, 2008
- He doesn't take life seriously.
- He makes the most of mistakes and finds them perfectly acceptable.
- He thinks everything works out for the best.
- He encourages creative experimentation and exploration.
- He helps time fly when you're creating (or having fun).
- He has a fraternal twin brother named Simon (more about him at another time).
- He adores his sidekick, Fortunato (the Italian white mouse riding in the gondola on his tail) - I know what you're thinking, but don't you worry - he would NEVER eat Fortunato (Lucky) because he knows if it weren't for him, luck wouldn't follow him wherever he goes.