I've spent the day concocting.
Little brown jars and essential oils, large jars and almond oil. I've been mixing and blending essential oils, making my own blends and mixing up some special brews of massage and body oils to give away for birthday presents.
The love of my life claims that now I'm a witch. No longer am I a hippy chick. Is this progress I ask myself. Chick sounds young and vibrant. Witch doesn't. I'm not sure that the change is fitting. He says it matches my age.
Maybe I'll cast a spell on him - show him what a witch can do. Of course, I'd make it a nice spell. After all, I'll have to live with it. I think instead I'll give him a bottle of my stress relief blend - with Bergamot, Lavender, Grapefruit and Ylang Ylang.