Deliciously Ghoulish Vampire Kitchen Diorama for the Vampire Who Loves to Cook~1:12th Scale

Are in the Halloween mood? I am. It has been raining for two days and the weather, surprisingly, has cooled off. It is misty, damp, smells of the earth, and foggy. Ripe weather for All Hallow’s Eve!


I would love for you to visit Enchanticals (www.Enchanticals.etsy.com) and see all the wonderful spooky Halloween creations, as well as read the “A Little Tale” that accompanies each one, as well as my other creations.


But, if you can’t get over there right now, I am bringing them to you …one at a time.


oooOOOOOOO! Get ready. Spooky time is afoot!


"Deliciously Ghoulish Vampire Kitchen Diorama for the Vampire Who Loves to Cook~1:12th Scale"



“He drank my blood til I was almost dry.
I just laid there waiting to die.
Neither dead nor alive was I,
But, rather in a state of neither here nor there.
I had my physical body intact
But, sadly, my immortal soul I now did lack.
Frozen forever between life and death...
No longer really alive nor truly dead…
Never to go back and never to go ahead…
It would have been best if I were truly truly dead.”
~ Marsha J. West, Author*


“A Little Tale”…


I always loved to cook. Even though I was self taught, I could whip up a delicious seven course meal in no time at all. My family and friends adored my repasts. The wine glasses tingled as toasts were passed. The candles on the table were always aglow and the food looked as good as it tasted. Never was there a bit wasted.


I had a good, no a wonderful life, filled with family, love, friends, a career, travel, financial independence, and a new boyfriend. He was bright, fun, funny, worldly, but possessed many secrets. He had the wisdom of an old soul. Although, he joined us for my big dinners, he ate very little, if at all.


At times he was aloof and disappeared for weeks on end, giving no excuse. I got used to not asking for any. I just accepted it and soon it became the norm. We made passionate love, but he always left before the sun rose. “A quirk,” he said. Again, like a fool, I did not question this. I just let it be.


Then in the eight month of our relationship, during the phase of the big bright beautiful full moon, after making love, he drank my blood for the first time. I was frightened, but the sensation made me heady, so, I allowed him to continue. It then became our routine… love making, then blood sucking. This went on for a few months.


Then, it happened. He solidified our relationship and the deed was done. He drank and drank until I could not move a muscle. I felt weak and scared, but he cooed me into believing I would live forever, remain young and beautiful, and never age a day.


But, he did not tell me what eternal life would be like or rather what “his” way of living forever would entail. But, by then, I loved and trusted him. So again, I asked no questions.


From then on there was no going back and no going forward. My soul was his to keep. I saw my last sunrise the day before I became a vampire.
~ Marsha J. West, Author*


* The “A Little Tale” and this vampire diorama are my own creations, ideas, and executions. They are not to be copied, reprinted, reproduced, resold or used in any medium without my prior permission.


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BOO! Marsha, Enchanticals

Welcome to Enchanticals’ Blog and my FIRST “Official” Blog Post!

I planned to start my blog with my “Official” first blog entry being about Enchanticals. I will do that in my next post. But, I believe, in my first entry, I need to tell you about Poe.

Poe came into my life and I into his for a very short time. But that time together and the time after he was gone, somehow, as if by magical or other intervention, taught me so many things, reminded me of so many forgotten important things, clarified and helped me understand situations that I struggled to make sense of, and helped me find my Sacred Power Animal.

Because of his influence on me, naturally, that influence extended to my Enchanticals, my shop at Etsy. (www.Enchanticals.etsy.com)

I created the name Enchanticals, as well as creating the imaginary place called Enchanticals. My profile on Enchanticals is about Poe; but it is important to include it here.

I was adopted by a crow. Really! How lucky I was!

Whenever I went outside into my backyard, this large black crow with shiny black, almost blue, feathers appeared. He lived… well; actually, I wasn’t exactly sure where he lived.

Amazingly, he simply appeared the minute I went outside. If our birdfeeders in our bird sanctuary were empty, he came up from behind me and gently tapped me on the right shoulder. Then, he sat on the fence watching and waiting for me to fill them. If I didn’t fill them right away, then he would fly upwards with feathers flying, circle around me, and again tap me on the right shoulder….this time with a little force. This was odd because, he never ate from the birdfeeders. Never.

Each day when I began to garden or do whatever it is I do when outside, he would join me by sitting on the fence moving along it, side-stepping, around the yard so he could watch me and be near. We didn’t talk. He just kept me company. I would try to strike up a conversation, but he was more of a listener than a talker.

And, when the birdbath needed water, he called my name, in crow, of course. If I was inside and didn’t hear him, he tapped on the window where, Thistle Bea, my precious Calico kitty, sits. Thistle Bea would then come to tell me to fill it.

Now, that is enchantment…

Then one day, my crow, Poe, left me a very special gift…one of his shiny black feathers. So, I pulled a hair out of my head and left it for him in return. If that had continued, one of us would have been bald.

Having Poe with me outside daily was pure magic. I felt so lucky and enchanted. The garden felt magical for some reason; the sun seemed brighter, the flowers more colorful, and the birds’ songs more beautiful than usual. That magic of Poe’s touched me in all aspects of my life, including Enchanticals.

But, sadly, my crow, Poe, died. He died a horrible death because of me.

The side of my house which faces the backyard is all windows. I had them tinted, but, in spite of that, my Poe, flew into one of them and cracked his skull open. He must have seen me in the house and flew to me, not seeing the glass of the window.

I ran outside after he slammed full force into the window, hoping he was okay. But, I found him dead. His brains were imbedded in my screen, on the window, and on the ground.

I picked him up and cradled him in my arms. That was the first time I ever got to touch and hold my Poe. He was still so warm, beautiful, black, and delicate. Even though his life energy left, I could still feel some of it as I held him.

I was very lonely after he died whenever I went outside. I keep looking for him on the fence, hoping maybe, just maybe, that was not my Poe who died. But, sadly it was not.

After my Poe died, I experienced some very odd things.

Poe, as mentioned, never ate from the feeders in my bird sanctuary on the side of my house even though he insisted I fill them. I had to serve him his food in HIS special place.

A few weeks after his death, every day at the exact time, the bird sanctuary was filled with crows, blackbirds, and magpies. I had never seen a magpie in the flesh or should I say, in the wing, before… only in photos. They are so beautiful.

For some reason, when they all came and the bird sanctuary was filled to the brim with only black feathered birds, I was reminded of a New Orleans jazz style funeral.

They continued to come for about a three weeks. Then… they no longer came…not even one. The bird sanctuary was filled with all kinds of other species of birds except black ones.

I didn’t understand why. I still don’t. I thought they held me accountable for Poe’s death. Time went by and not a single black bird of any kind came into my yard. It was as if my yard and the sanctuary were now off limits.

Then one very hot day towards in late summer, while I was on my knees gardening, a large crow swooped down towards me to get my attention and then perch himself on the top edge of my pergola that covers my deck. He just sat there staring at me. I felt very uncomfortable as if he could see into me somehow or was sizing me up or judging me. Then, after what seemed like an eternity, he made a little sound in his throat, seemed to dismiss me, and flew away towards the east.

I was perplexed and felt, well, mixed emotions …discomfort, feeling I failed some test, and a deep sadness. I wanted my Poe.

Then, two weeks or so later, when I was sitting with my little Thistle Bea at her inside window seat, where she watches her bird friends, a large raven appeared and started eating out of the feeders. He was so big, black, and regal. After that day, he came, alone, every day at exactly the same time. He did this for what seemed to be more than a week. I am not sure.

Then, one day, after he arrived at the same time and ate, the bird sanctuary was filled, not only with all our regular birds and the big regal raven, but also with blackbirds of every kind.

For some reason, I had been exonerated. How do I know? Well, they came back... all of them.

Then, a horrible event occurred in my life; my precious, oh-so-loved, adored and treasured, Cody, my Silky Terrier, my touchstone, my heart, and my baby boy, was killed by our vet. His death and his manner of death almost destroyed me. Something inside of me seemed to die. I felt nothing, ate nothing, and enjoyed nothing. I felt I was waiting…just waiting…

My longing for Cody was so strong, I was in agony. I would not go outside in the backyard. Whenever I looked outside, I remembered Poe side stepping on the fence and my Cody sleeping on a little soft favorite blue blanket on a slight hill near the pine tree every day from 8 am to 10 am.

All the magic and enchantment of my gardens and the back yard were gone again. It felt foreign, grey, empty, dead, and cold. I hated it.

Then, one day, I was forced to go outside. I don’t remember why. Out of the corner of my right eye, I thought I saw a black bird soaring overhead, but waved it off as a reflection caused by the sun or a floater in my eye.

Without warning, out of nowhere appeared an orange butterfly. He flew right to me and sat on my right shoulder. He stayed there all the time I was outside. From that day forward, whenever I went outside either in back or in front, that orange butterfly rode my shoulder. He would, from time to time hop off and drink from some flower or perch himself on my finger. He was my constant companion whenever I was outside. I knew who it was and I knew who sent him.

I spent hours online trying to identify that orange butterfly with rather rounded wings and a color of pure rather translucent orange. I called butterfly experts. No one knew the species or name and I came up fruitless.

But, I knew who it was and I knew who sent him. So, I was not surprised I could not identify the type of butterfly it was.

The magic came back to my backyard and gardens. It became enchanted again because I knew who was with me. It was my Cody. You may think I am deluding myself or imagining these things to ease the grief. Not so. I know.

Life is filled with wonders that we cannot see or truly understand or explain or refuse to accept, but that does not make them unreal, erase their existence. And, the ones that do understand, so see, and do accept are not fools, grieving and believing in the make believe.

Life, to be fully experienced must be looked at, not just with one’s brain, science and “reason”, but rather with what you feel, know in your inner core, what your intuition tells you, what you knew and saw as a child, with openness, wonder, enchantment, and with your heart. That is when the magic and true enchantment of life appears.

As Cody’s one year anniversary of his death appeared, I became anxious and overly excited. I felt on his anniversary, I would see him… a visitation of some sort. I couldn’t wait. Well, the day came and went and no Cody. No visitation. Not even a dream about him while I slept. I was crushed and broken.

I went outside hoping or rather expecting the orange butterfly to come to me, but he did not. He too was gone. I was disheartened. So, I picked up a shovel and starting digging a hole for some new plants.

I stopped to catch my breath and looked up and there for a fraction of a second was a black bird, a crow. He seemed to be flying across the sun. Then, he was gone. The next moment, on my right shoulder was a butterfly, just like the orange one who had been my companion outside for a year after Cody left, except he was a bright yellow.

That yellow butterfly comes to me daily, plus, my front yard and back yard are filled with all kinds of butterflies daily. When I appear, they fly to great me or feast on the flowers next to where I am gardening. I can carry them on my finger or they ride my shoulders. But, the yellow one is always present.

I know who that yellow butterfly is and I know who sent him. I also know why, for the first year he was orange, and, now, yellow.

Believe me or not, this is the truth. Enchantment is always afoot here at my home and front and back yards, as well as in my shop, Enchanticals.

In my next blog I will tell you about Enchanticals. And, the time between posts will not be so long and my posts will not be this lengthy. Somehow, getting the first one out is difficult.

Be sure to stop by Enchanticals (www.Enchanticals.etsy.com). Halloween is in full swing and there are so many spooky wonderful Halloween creations for your dollhouses, fashion dolls, and you…for decorating.


Marsha
http://www.enchanticals.etsy.com/

Opening Day is Coming

Hi, All. I am having a bit of a technical problem getting my list of Treasuries to behave and to add two more widgets. The wizards are busy trying to find the core of the problem and have promised me they will have an answer shortly.  Naturally, the fairies think this is just too funny.


While we are waiting for the wizards to resolve this teeny annoyance, here is a new creation of mine for you to enjoy while waiting for my words of enchantment in my first official post. This should get you into the Halloween mood.

There is a wonderful "A Little Tale", which I wrote just for this piece, which is on the listing for this item, "The Coffin", at Enchanticals my Etsy shop. Do come  read it.


(www.Enchanticals.etsy.com)


Be Enchanted Always, Marsha

Hi!

As you can see, my blog is starting to shape up. YAY!.


I want  to thank you all for following, especially when I am in the construction phase. It really do means a great deal to me. 


Well, back to the hard hat stuff.

Oh, in the meantime, if you want to check out my other or rather Beau's blog, please do. Here is the link:
http.//beaualifeafterdeath.blogspot.com

Be Enchanted Always, Marsha

New LOOK!

HI! I am delighted to announce that I am starting to set up my blog. YAY!
This is my new design. I have to look at it for a few days to see if it fits Enchanticals.
You may be seeing others shortly or maybe not. But, so far, I like it. What do you think?
Marsha