Thursday, February 4, 2010
It's been so long but it's worth it
Hi all my garden readers, Let me tell you that's samples are going like hotcakes and I have lots of prospects, As of late I've been dealing with a friend of mine who's mom is sick and I wanted to be there as her friend to support her anyway I could she deserves it, she's an awesome person, but while doing so I have come up with a counter spray cleaner, that works wonderful. Let's see where my journey takes me. till we meet again, Mrs. Hedgewitch
Friday, January 29, 2010
this is not for mr. hedgewitch (behind my eyes)
"Behind my eyes" is a song without music.
The story in my eyes, that my lies cannot hide, I've rearranged the words and thought, Lord knows I've tried.
But the story can't be rewritten or edited for me, my past has made my future, it will be what it will be.
But no one knows my story, with my oh I'm doing fine, when I know inside me, that's only in my mind.
When I say I'm 0k, that's what you want to hear, but behind these old blue eyes, I shed a silent tear.
The story in my eyes that my lies can not hide, is someone who has scars that can not be healed, the trauma in my life, cuts my soul just like a knife, yet I laugh on the outside.
Look deep into my eyes and you might realize just how hurt and vulnerable I am. Everytime you raise your voice, you leave me with not a single choice,but to lie that it doesn't hurt my heart.
The story in my eyes, that my lies can not hide is one of shielding my own soul.
The story used to be so nice, but now I can suffice, that, that is a long time gone.
People change, and so did I, maybe that's why I cry and thats the lies I can not hide.
I try to hold it deep inside but some can see behind my eyes,and that makes me feel sad, because they see the life I never had.
And my story will stay hidden in my eyes.
The story in my eyes, that my lies cannot hide, I've rearranged the words and thought, Lord knows I've tried.
But the story can't be rewritten or edited for me, my past has made my future, it will be what it will be.
But no one knows my story, with my oh I'm doing fine, when I know inside me, that's only in my mind.
When I say I'm 0k, that's what you want to hear, but behind these old blue eyes, I shed a silent tear.
The story in my eyes that my lies can not hide, is someone who has scars that can not be healed, the trauma in my life, cuts my soul just like a knife, yet I laugh on the outside.
Look deep into my eyes and you might realize just how hurt and vulnerable I am. Everytime you raise your voice, you leave me with not a single choice,but to lie that it doesn't hurt my heart.
The story in my eyes, that my lies can not hide is one of shielding my own soul.
The story used to be so nice, but now I can suffice, that, that is a long time gone.
People change, and so did I, maybe that's why I cry and thats the lies I can not hide.
I try to hold it deep inside but some can see behind my eyes,and that makes me feel sad, because they see the life I never had.
And my story will stay hidden in my eyes.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
(serious thought process) The crossroads
Why does it feel like I have come to a crossroad in my life, almost 50 and not knowing which direction to go, by now i should know my way around, with my vagabond teen years, sleeping wherever my head dropped, to becoming a mother and settling down. Now the babes are grown and I'm standing here at the crossroad, waiting, contemplating which way to go before the devil catches up with me. Which way do I go? Left, right, straight ahead or backwards? Can't go backwards, even though I'd do it all over again, Lynyrd skynyrd, steve miller, backpack on my back, just discovering the world, nope, can't go back there. Wish I could it was fun. Then mommy to my 4 babies and any other kid who needed a mom at that moment, I had a purpose then, to guide, to teach, and to hope they learned from my life, and I did the best I could, always having extra blankets and pillows and a hot meal and shower for anyone who needed one. You see, a house filled with kids reminded me of those happy days at the commune and youth and freedom and the feeling of being indestructional. Now that's gone, I'm vulnerable and lost and I stand here alone, am I an inventor, a poet, a storyteller, a leader, a councilar or is my destiny waiting here at the crossroads? All the freedom in the world and having no idea what to do with it. I reinvented myself as Mrs. Hedgewitch to begin a busniess, but who am I really? I am a almost 50 year old woman who doesn't know where to go with whats left of her life, I beat cancer, survived spine surgery, and lived through my dangerous past so I'm here for something, but what? I wish there were signs at the crossroad to guide me and help me make a decision on were to go from here, but there isn't. So I guess I just do iny, miny, miney, moe and go in that direction and see where it takes me, I just wish I had a pair of ruby slippers that I could click, to get back if I don't like it there. Wish me luck, on my new adventure called "life void of children". I hope the cosmos got my back on this one, and when it's your turn at the crossroads of your life, look up first, say a little prayer and put your one foot forward and go. See you there. Till it's time for coffee in the garden, Blessed Be! Elli
Monday, January 25, 2010
Mrs.Hedgewitches dilemna assignment if your interested
Your assignment if you choose to take it is: Take a good look at your bathroom, not the yucky stuff even though you must deal with it, but something you really like. write back and tell me , what is your favorite thing. Maybe that beautiful picture or flowers or perfume bottle will give you the gumshun to tackle the yucky stuff, how much more wonderful that room will be. If you want my scrubbing recipe just ask.
Mrs. Hedgewitches dilemna
Good monday morning from the garden. It is pouring rain here in Edison and the ground is all mushy with lots of puddles, and that is exactly how I feel. A head filled with bubbles and puddles. Why may you ask?, because todays rant is about soap suds. Why do people think you must have suds to get things clean,think about it when you take a bath theres always some bubbles stuck at the drain or on the walls why so you thing they call it soap scum? It's the same with your clothes, the residue gets stuck in the fibers and dulls and actually ruins your clothes. So why would anyone think it would clean their clothes better? In your home things get dirty especially the bathroom, ring around the tub, and soap scum and in baths with no fan mildew, well i do have a soulution for the mildew but its stinky, 10 parts water to 1 part bleach in a spray bottle, spray on mildew, get around where the tub meets the wall now, and let sit over night then rinse. Don't forget to open a window a crack for ventilation. That's mildew.Now for soap scum, household vineger and water work best, same process as for mildew, spray, sit and rinse, but do equal parts. If you have a old tub they take a beating, to get it at its shiney best, I recommend Bar keeper cleanser or I could give you my formula on a different rant,and I promise i will. Bar keepers can be bought at the store and is gentle on the hands and tough on grime.
So dear friends here's my dilemna: scented or unscented? Unscented is my plain old basic soap powder, but scented is a little different here's whats in it: cold compressed soap, lavender oil, vitamin E, rosemary extract, coconut oil, and olive oil, now its cured in the powder and takes longer to make, you would think with all the oil it would stain but I assure you it does not, I've already made a experiment to find that out and it works just as good but has a faint scent to it, to much scent clashes with peoples perfumes and makes them smell awful. Thats where I need your help, see I'm getting you involved if you like it or not! How many 60 load bags thats 60 tablespoons, do you think I should start with, the people that get their powder from me want that "like grandma used to make" smell. And it does take a longer amount of time to make. personally I like mine straight up. Scented or unscented both are dye, additives, preservative, color free but the scented does have one extract so it has fragrance, but all the oils are pure. Now for my personal news, my moms ok, if my brother would stop being a jerk it would be better for her, Nicks not feeling good, wonder why? And my knees are hurting me something awful, no stairs for me today. This pouring rain can't be helping much that's for sure.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
The garden is cookin' and jumpin'
Wondering what that headline means? Well no talk of soap today because I'm not working, don't feel like it is all. I was up at 8:oo am and washed the floor, yes, on my hands and knees, then you can get in the places mops can't. Yikes!, I'm turning into my mother for cripes sake. On a lighter note I wish you were here, Can you smell that aroma? I am making four cheese bread to go with my veal parmesan for supper tonight. Dinner,supper what is the real diference, hell if I know. Anyway here I sit in my pjs writing down what I'm going to put in this blog and sucking in the calmness of the house. Mike has gone to church, he plays handbells at what the locals call the little white church, really a united methodist church where I taught sunday school for 17 years, most of those years were high school kids I was in my glory. Even though we are pagan now, he still plays bells at 17 years old and enjoys it very much, I still have close friends there who so graciously allow him to play even though we are no longer members. Nick and his buddy had a long night if you know what I mean, and they are still asleep. I bet they have whopper headaches when they get up. ha-ha! As I sit in my little kitchen, I'm enjoying my music, which by the way is not considered my generations. I love Bread (not the kind you eat.),Three dog night, moody blues, along with the Beatles, beach boys, Gene Pitman and the grateful dead, Iron butterfly and Black sabbath (only with ozzy). There's this one ballad that's kinda old by Ray Peterson called "Tell Laura I love her" that makes me cry horribly but I listen to it over and over. Go figure. Listen to it on youtube. See,I told you I was eccentric. I really don't know why I like that kind of music I guess it's because I have fond memories of sitting on my moms basement stairs, listening to my brother and his buddies try to harmonize, hey, ya know they were pretty good! And if by some fluke of nature my brother is reading this, I know you won't speak to me and we have no relationship, but I want you to know your still my big brother and I love you very much. So my friends I feel so happy today that there will be no rant. Just love, peace and rock and roll! As I dance around my kitchen with the smell of fresh bread rising, even got a slow dance from my lovin' honey, Tell me how much better can it get? Enjoy life, embrace today!
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Mrs. Hedgewitches chemically induced rant in the garden.
Welcome, today my friends i had a wonderful lady come visit me. I told her about my new adventures in the garden. She expressed that her brother was very allergic to soaps and such, while having problems finding things he could use. I told her he should try my washing powder, and I gave her a sample to try. We had a wonderful chat and when she went home I got busy in the workroom lovingly making samples and hand writing labels.While i was doing this, the good lady got me thinking,...SO, Don't you want to know what my issue is today? Well, I am going to tell you anyway. There are many people who are sensitive to all sorts of things. My laundry product is all natural and I hardly think it would cause a allergic reaction. ( good plug huh?) All those new fangled powders, liquids, and NOW you can dry clean your clothes at home! I worked at a laundromat slash dry cleaners a long time ago, when i was much younger, and boy, let me tell you it stunk in the back where they did the dry cleaning and why? may you ask? the chemicals they use to clean the clothes of course.So what kinds of chemicals are in that do it yourself home kit? ewwwww.
Now don't get me wrong I still have to go to the grocery store, I don't own a cow. But I do make a hellva loaf of bread, right Erin? anyway I still have to go, even with those nasty fluoresent lights,and don't get me on a rant about how unhealthy they are, please. Now at the store I see shelves and shelves of chemically improved products. Did you know some laundry detergents have caustic ingredients? What is that doing to your clothes? Some of these improved products make me cringe. I used to love trying new products, till I was diagnosed with aluminum poisoning and had to check everything I bought to use on myself and eat, even some toothpaste has aluminum in it. Wow! Did I wake up. So my friends, your assignment is to read the ingredients of something you bought, how much do you understand? How many additives and colors, dyes and preservatives are in it?
Let's get back to basics! Eat healthy, live healthy, think healthy! Till my next update(oh, by the way Bob, if your reading this your sample will be in the mail.) or my next need to rant, blessed be! from the garden and Mrs. Hedgewitch
Now don't get me wrong I still have to go to the grocery store, I don't own a cow. But I do make a hellva loaf of bread, right Erin? anyway I still have to go, even with those nasty fluoresent lights,and don't get me on a rant about how unhealthy they are, please. Now at the store I see shelves and shelves of chemically improved products. Did you know some laundry detergents have caustic ingredients? What is that doing to your clothes? Some of these improved products make me cringe. I used to love trying new products, till I was diagnosed with aluminum poisoning and had to check everything I bought to use on myself and eat, even some toothpaste has aluminum in it. Wow! Did I wake up. So my friends, your assignment is to read the ingredients of something you bought, how much do you understand? How many additives and colors, dyes and preservatives are in it?
Let's get back to basics! Eat healthy, live healthy, think healthy! Till my next update(oh, by the way Bob, if your reading this your sample will be in the mail.) or my next need to rant, blessed be! from the garden and Mrs. Hedgewitch
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