~The Witch's Well Worn Shoes~
Another old Witch died one day. As time went on she was sadly missed and there was a void in Gothville. Eventually the villagers decided it was time to clean out her old cottage.
Different people took different things for themselves and there were very few things left by the time Poppy-Moon HotGoth arrived. Poppy-Moon HotGoth was quiet and unassuming and content to dwell in her own world and stay to herself.
She loved to dance and twirl by the light of her fireplace. Having a very eclectic bedroom, Poppy-Moon was always on the look-out for interesting things to add to her collection.
As the last of the villagers left the cottage, Poppy-Moon HotGoth entered and looked at the near-empty room. The curtains were gone, the blankets and beautiful black dresses and capes were gone, and even the Witch's familiars were gone.
This made Poppy-Moon HotGoth very sad, indeed.
Just as Poppy-Moon was about to leave, something caught the corner of her eye. Peeking out from under the bed were the Witch's well-worn shoes. Poppy-Moon HotGoth was pleased and almost felt joy.
There was a black tag with a picture of a flying Witch. That made the shoes all the more special to Poppy-Moon But, before she could approach the shoes, a little gray mouse popped up from inside one of the shoes. What a delightful surprise.
Poppy-Moon was certain it was a forgotten familiar. The mouse had apparently made it's home inside the shoes. Poppy-Moon wasn't about to toss him out of his home.
The Witch's shoes were wonderful in the eyes of Poppy-Moon, mouse and all. She held them close to her chest and almost smiled. And even though the shoes were way too big for her feet she still wanted to keep them in remembrance of The Witch.
She rushed home to show her treasures to her parents, but was met with a surprising statement from the GothFather. He told Poppy-Moon that there was only one way she could keep the shoes.....then he made her an offer she couldn't refuse.....she had to prove that the Witch's shoes would serve a handy purpose in their home, or they'd be thrown away in the morning.
Apparently, the GothFather was tired of all the junk, linens, and leather scraps that Poppy-Moon would drag home from the graveyard, the Salvation Army, and various dumpsters and yard sales from Gothville.
There were too many things in the Goth House. Items had to now prove their value in order to stay.
Poppy-Moon HotGoth was even more sad now. What was she going to do? Normally she would have appreciated the added depression, but she REALLY wanted to keep those wicked-cool Witch shoes. She would have to think of something fast...
That night, before staying up most of the night, writing dark poetry, weeping, cutting, and toying with new eye-lining techniques, Poppy-Moon HotGoth placed the Witch's shoes beside her bed in the same manner in which she found them at the cottage earlier that day. She finally went to sleep, ultra sad.
Little did she know, another one of the Witch's familiars was still inside the shoes. It was the Witch's spider, ArachnoGoth. The Witch's spider heard the GothFather and his new house rule. ArachnoGoth knew just what to do.
First of all, ArachnoGoth spun some spider webbing across the shoe openings, which were spun in the pattern of black and white Gingham check, and turned them into handy pincushions. That would make the shoes more functional. The shoes were made of muslin, stuffed, painted black, and aged. They were beautiful.
ArachnoGoth decided to also attach a small strand of black buttons to the shoes, as well as a distressed wooden needle case. Then she strung some tiny old wooden spools together and attached them to the back of one shoe, behind the mouse.
Then ArachnoGoth found some little black glass beads and stitched them in place down the front of the shoes. Next, the spider laced rusted wire through the beads. The mouse merely watched. By the time dawn arrived the shoes finally looked their best.
And as a final touch, ArachnoGoth bound the two shoes together with more rusted wire and then she came to rest on the side of one of the shoes and froze herself there. She would never move again. Her work here was done.
At 12 inches long and 6 inches tall, they were the most beautiful and functional wicked-cool pincushions in the house. Poppy-Moon HotGoth could display her beautiful hat pins in the cushions, special belly button rings, straight pins, or her awesome collection of acupuncture needles.
Of course, at the moment, she was content to have her rusty safety pins and old buttons. By the time Poppy-Moon HotGoth woke up, the Witch shoes were sitting next to her bed, just as she left them, only they had been completely transformed.
One day I'll have to tell you about the terrible scissor incident when the evil Gothmother tried to take the Witch shoes pincushions for herself. It got nasty.
Anyway, all is well in Gothville now. Poppy-Moon HotGoth spends her time being almost happy.
Samhain Blessings to all here in our secret moon garden, may we always have balance in our lives...