Double Double Toil and Trouble...

Merry Meet!

Black Witch is right; we really should be strung up by our toenails and burned at the stake or for ignoring our new blog throughout the month of October. Better late than never, and it is All Hallow's Eve Eve, so here we go. Let the 'ween commence.


If you're reading this, chances are you've heard one of us refer to 'The Cauldron' on more than one occasion. If not, please allow me to explain. Once upon a time there were three, ever so slightly dark and sardonic English Majors. These three English Majors, found themselves joining forces night after night (and occasionally morning after morning) on a front porch on Smallwood drive. Passers by, suspicious neighbors and the occasional rogue grasshopper would see the three women, usually dressed in black, sitting in a circle around a candle, an ash tray, a bottle of wine, or all three. They would be chain-smoking, drinking, expounding, pontificating, analyzing, writing, reading, cackling, and the unsuspecting bystander were particularly fortunate (or unfortunate - depending on which of the three had had the most wine - ahem - that would usually be me) singing. Being the innate lovers of all things literary that they were, the three were exceedingly devoted to the writings of 'The Bard'. One particularly dark, moonless night it occurred to one that they looked like the Three Witches from Macbeth (also fondly refer to them, the three “weird sisters”) encircling a cauldron. And so "The Cauldron" was born.

Years have passed with what seem like the quickness of mere breaths but on this porch, night after night, we grew, we changed, we discovered, and generally speaking, without even knowing it, we created pure and unbreakable magic. And so it is.

All that said, the three of us are never short on commentary and generally have pretty entertaining perspectives on the moment's goings on. Life has spread us to the four corners so we thought we might call the corners, if you will, and re-create a "virtual porch."

So, my pretties.... don't be afraid. Pull up a candle, pour a heady glass of wine, turn on a little Nina Simone and get comfortable.... 'Tis the witching hour and I leave you with this:

Macbeth: Act I, Scene iii
The weird sisters, hand in hand,

Posters of the sea and land,

Thus do go about, about:

Thrice to thine and thrice to mine

And thrice again, to make up nine.

Peace! the charm's wound up.

Mischievously yours,
Blonde Witch

Halloween 2009

Merry Meet!



So, ladies, we've had this blog for a very very very long time and although we are the Trifecta Queendom of October, it is now October 29, a mere two witching hours left between now and the best holiday of the year, Halloween, and we've not written a word. Not a stitch. So, let's get the pumpkin rolling, shall we?



Black Witch