Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street

Allurement, charm, elegance, exquisiteness, fascination and whimsical, eclectic, damaged, morbid, curious, distorted, macabre, twisted, eccentric, observant, grotesque, dark romanticism!!!

Mr. Tim Burton & Ms. Helena Bonham Carter - a daughter - congratulation!

IN YOUR WINTERTIME

Good winter to you all!!! For a while there it did not seem as though winter was ever going to get here. But the mornings are crisp and the evenings jacket worthy. I LOVE WINTER!!! The mittens, the scarves, the hot cocoa, the icicles...ICICLES!!! Even though we do not get too many here! I honestly believe everyone has a little bit of grizzly in their blood when it winter time. It seems as though "stocking up on food" is the norm. Whether it is turkey and ham or cinnamon rolls and breads. Food just tastes better in the winter. You never hear of someone making a fruit cake in the summer...its bad enough in the winter! Such a lovely feeling to light candle and put on your slippers!

PENS & PENCILS

I so desperately love a blank sheet of paper. Calling to me in the night, calling for release. To look at it's blank soul, transforming it into an outpouring of my own. The pens and pencils sleep until their master stirs their awakening. Making each one dance across the page. Running and crawling across the page. Combining thoughts and ideas into a written page worthy of someone's eyes. I hear the paper's song so very faint on the breeze..."At last...my love has come along. My lonely days are over."

HOT CARAMEL APPLE CIDER

8 oz. (1 cup) apple cider / juice
1oz. (2 Tbsp.) caramel syrup

Instructions: In a small saucepan, combine ingredients and heat gently. Garnish with a cinnamon stick.

For a crowd:
8 cups apple cider / juice
1 cups caramel syrup

THE DARKNESS DAY

"Give me the pelting rain," she smiles to the clouds. The sun, so full of pride only shines brighter. "Give me the darkness, not that of night - but the darkness of day." A soul thirst for the rain as does the sea for waves. Keeping time like a clock. My skin is pale - not a touch of the sun rests on it. I blend with the fog, turning into mist, swimming among the trees and birds.

ODE TO THE SEA

The sea with its glory and beauty inspires me.

The ever changing faces of the sea, never the same but ever loved if only I were the sea. My many faces would not be scorned but adored and gazed upon. I've heard the sea referred to as such a majestic, life full creature, yet it can take man's most powerful vessels and dash them to piece, swallow and keep them. Of course, the sea lets us find these demolished hasbeens, but never gives them back.

Crashing my organs into a brisk soup of sea. My blood runs blue with its water. Give me a drink of its salty liquid, it will taste like home.

PUMPKINETTES

I have noticed the supermarkets are starting to carry those baby pumpkins! I love those little things! Oohhh! I think I will call them...pumpkinettes. Haha! I am not too taken with the acorn squash or the bumpy gourds. :| I wonder if the pumpkinettes make good pumpkin pie?