Thursday, December 16, 2010

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Wicked Lilies

I'm in love with this piece of artwork.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Plague Doctor Mask by Tom Banwell

This is just one of the most fantastic masks in Tom Banwell's Etsy shop. If you're looking for something special for your Halloween costume, you might just check him out!

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

I'm so excited that October is almost here! Halloween is right around the corner, and I look forward to all of the creepy goodness soon to be adorning the neighborhood. We have such strict rules here on Ft. Jackson that we cannot have any decorations out 30 days prior and 30 after a holiday. **raspberries** At least, I'm still free to decorate inside of my home with creepy goodness all year long!

Monday, September 20, 2010

Sometimes I just want to write down all of the vile things that float around in my head amongst the sweet pink lace and paper mache skulls. Then I remember that I'll certainly get locked up for such acts. ;)

Friday, July 23, 2010


Oya (pronounced oh-yah), the storm goddess, was one of the most powerful goddesses of Africa. She was the female warrior goddess in Yoruban myth. She was the goddess of fire, wind, and thunder. She is associated with earthquakes, hurricanes, and any kind of destruction. She was the goddess of tornadoes which were said to be caused by her whirling skirts as she dances. She's also the goddess of lightening, a power she is said to have acquired from her husband, Shango. She was also the guardian between the realm of life and death, especially the guardian of the gates of death and the gates of cemeteries.

In Yoruban, Oya means "she tore". She's known as the "mother of nine" due to the Niger River (which in Yoruba is known as the Oya)traditionally being known for having nine tributaries. She's also known as "The Great Mother of the Elders of the Night (witches)'.

Oya is both loved and feared. She was a savage warrior when necessary, and yet she was also the protective mother.She understands everything, and she will only accept and speak the truth no matter how hard it is to bear. She's also wildly unpredictable ad she will toss you into her storms of change, she will also shelter you in her embrace. Oya is the bringer of change and the seeker of truth.

Her colors are maroon, purple, and deep red to name a few. Her scents are earthy patchouli and sandlewood. She likes red gemstones, particularly garnet. Some of her icons include masks, swords, wind instruments, and anything copper.

Oya has been syncretized (to attempt to unite and harmonize especially without critical examination and logical unity) in Santeria with the Catholic images of Our Lady of Candelaria and St. Theresa. In Brazilian Umbanda, she is represented by Saint Barbara. Oya's feast day is February 2.

Oya can be invoked for change, strength, leadership, authority, courage, justice, weather spells, ancestor-worship, grief, truth, power, magick, protection.

Honoring Oya:
Colors: maroon, purple, deep dark red, oranges, browns, multi-colours, burgundy, copper.
Scents: patchouli, sandalwood, geranium.Gemstones: red stones, particularly garnet, but also bloodstone, tourmaline, smoky quartz.
Foods: eggplant, grape wine, grapes, gin, rum, kola nuts, rooster, hen, porridge, fruit, fish, anything spicy.
Herbs: comfrey, pleurisy roots, horehound, chickweed, peony, elecampane, royal poinciana, star apple, flamboyan, yucca, caimito, cypress, grains of paradise.
Icons: masks, swords, whips, pennies, brooms, camwood, wind instruments, anything associated with wind (e.g. pictures of hurricanes, tornadoes, etc), bright-coloured cloth, buffalo's horns, anything copper.
Metal: Copper.
Number: 9.
Offerings: eggplants, coins, red wine, and cloth.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Bird Memorial

I've finally gotten around to taking the photos of the Bird Memorial. The link to the original blog post is, and it tells about how I came into possession of the little bird. Yes, the bird is real. Yes, he is dead. No, he has not been taxidermied (is that a word?). He may still deteriorate more. However, then he will be beautiful bones! This is one of my very favorite art pieces. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Thursday, January 14, 2010



And ask ye why these sad tears stream?

And ask ye why these sad tears stream?
Why these wan eyes are dim with weeping?
I had a dream–a lovely dream,
Of her that in the grave is sleeping.

I saw her as ’twas yesterday,
The bloom upon her cheek still glowing;
And round her play’d a golden ray,
And on her brows were gay flowers blowing.

With angel-hand she swept a lyre,
A garland red with roses bound it;
Its strings were wreath’d with lambent fire
And amaranth was woven round it.

I saw her mid the realms of light,
In everlasting radiance gleaming;
Co-equal with the seraphs bright,
Mid thousand thousand angels beaming.

I strove to reach her, when, behold,
Those fairy forms of bliss Elysian,
And all that rich scene wrapt in gold,
Faded in air–a lovely vision!

And I awoke, but oh! to me
That waking hour was doubly weary;
And yet I could not envy thee,
Although so blest, and I so dreary.

~~Lord Alfred Tennyson~~

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Pink Sorbet

ELO Pink Sorbet Drawstring Bag

New listing on Etsy! New design as well! Take a look if you have a chance. I'll be adding more colors and styles over the next few weeks.

ELO Pink Sorbet Drawstring Bag

Thanks for looking!

~~Evil Lily~~