he book was as beautiful as it was dark and haunting. It’s rather strange design suggested it was a handmade creation and most likely one of a kind. It was covered in a very rich material, with a collage of images on the front that almost looked like a shallow shadowbox. When looking at the book standing up it almost appeared to be an eclectic theater hosting a Halloween play and all manner of costumed and bewitched characters were taking part. At the very bottom of this scene were metal letters that spelled: The Frightener’s Society. Read the rest of this entry
Hello, hello! Thank you so much for the visit to our tea and tales site! So much has happened in the year and a half that we’ve been hard at work at this whole tea drinking and telling stories thing. I thought it was about time to offer a state of the tea address! That last sentence is proof everything sounds better when tea is involved!
First and foremost I’m happy to announce the second chapter of Snapdragon Tea will be posted this Friday. I’ve been so terribly eeeee!! with the response we received from the original idea of the site and the first chapter but I do admit I was not quick with continuing the story online proper. I’m sure most of you can understand the wonderfully tedious demands of domestic life (no matter how we want to keep our head up in the clouds) but it was demanding all the same. It took me awhile to get the rest of my story properly edited to offer. Not only have I been able to do this but my proper book site is up and running. So lil Emily’s story will continue and be properly published monthly as intended. And there are many tidbits being added to the site regularly. Hopefully you are enjoying them. As well as taking a moment to brew a cup of our teas!
Myself and my wonderful tea making partner are up to quite a few things this spring that are slowly blossoming into summer events. We are pleased to announce that you can meet up with our Wormwood Queen at the Second Annual Gypsy Goddess Summer Festival in Chesaning MI June 4th and 5th. You can visit our society pages for links and more info about this event. Also, we’re happy to say we’ll be hosting the tea room for the Motor City Steam con this coming July. You can visit our tea room for a variety of events that include learning how to read tea leaves and even attend the bewitching Occult Tea event where you can sample all the ritual of the Wormwood Queen’s infamous Absinthe Tea and learn a bit about the Victorian Spirituality movement. I’m a guest artist of the con as well so you can come give me a poke too and I’ll shower you with tea art. 😉 Again, visit our society pages for times, dates and details.
As for our site? Our tea society has been working very hard to add more notes to our wonderful little world in Orange Moon Downs and help you sink deeper into our mythology. In the coming months we’re hoping to begin to explore the idea of opening our tea society to those outside of our small town (and mythology) so it becomes a wonderful thing everyone who wishes to can take part in. Remember you can follow us on Facebook and –as we like to say– join in our tea conversations. We have daily posts of anything remotely related to all that is tea and the fantastic. If you’ve yet to read Snapdragon Tea, Chapter I, the thing that gave birth to this whole project, might we recommend it? And come Friday the tale will continue!
We say it often and will always say it when we can: Thank you so much for visiting our site, lending your support to this project and just letting us get to know other tea and tales lovers out there in the world! I hope we just let it grown through the summer! — Humbly yours, the blue girl, Bethalynne.
1789, there was a great many things taking place during this year so long ago. The United States would elect its first president on February 4th while many months later on July 14th the French Revolution would officially begin with the storming of the fortress of the Bastille. But on this day, May 9th, a strange little man, who didn’t care about either thing, would find himself walking on a lonely path that cut through a very old forest. He wasn’t quite sure why he was walking on this particular path as it wasn’t one he could ever remember taking. Perhaps that was why he had taken it, he reasoned to himself, it was something new. And though the old man was a fierce creature of habit there was just something about that particular day that said to him something new is needed for a change.
The path went on for quite a long while and the strange little man kept wondering if the path would ever lead somewhere, but more importantly he wondered how on earth his short legs were still happily taking steps. Typically he did little more than walk around his very small house and now and then he’d make the short trip to the well for fresh water. By the end of the day he was always quite tired and his short legs felt as though they had run in mad circles for days. Yet here he was! Walking and walking and stepping and he thought perhaps skipping might be fun, so he started skipping along.
This was all very odd for the strange little man. There was something like a small itch in his thoughts that asked him to consider how strange this situation was. The itch was small though so he choose to ignore and besides! The forest air smelled fine, didn’t it? It was probably being around all of the trees and fresh air that was giving him the extra umph! in his steps. And didn’t that just feel fine? Oh yes, the strange little man was feeling quite fine. So fine he decided to move from a skip to a slight run and on he ran for what amount of time he would never know. Until… Read the rest of this entry
While sorting through our archives today we stumbled upon a rare illustrated notice for the Orange Moon Tea Society. If my eyes are to be believed a Miss Emma in her prime is the model!
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Snapdragon Tea Snippet: “The Crinkle Society became a joke name; parlor humor born from a conversation at one of the end-of-the-century affairs. One of the founding members and thus one of the oldest members was sitting at a table of new comers. He was known for his rather dry sense of humor and he’d finally gotten to a point where his age was beginning to disagree with him. He said ‘we here are so old that there are no longer any slick names for us. Where once we were lush of skin and soft features, now we are dried out paper molds of our former selves. Our skin no longer glides over our bones like finally oiled leather. Our skin now crinkles like the stiffest of starched crinolines. These days we are the Crinkle Society; long in the tooth and powered by dried blood…” Read the rest of this entry
“The People’s Tea”. That’s what the “Dictator” calls it. He’s one of the more ornery residents over at Miss Emma’s Boarding House. And for as grouchy as he is, perhaps there is a sweet spot in there somewhere for he prefers this blend of rich, smokey, black Indian teas steeped then poured over a bit of sweetened condensed milk, (which had been previously poured into the bottom of his tea cup). Five stirs, clockwise only, then sipped while it is steaming.