Bridezillas. Another species that could go extinct and I wouldn't care.

For those of you who aren't clear as to what it is that I do, here you are; I am a world-class aesthetician & makeup artist. There are many perks to my job, but once in a great while I will meet a client who just cannot be satisfied.

This was the case today.

I already had woken up on the wrong side of the bed because whoever makes my work schedule cannot perform the simple task of copying/pasting the same set of hours into every Saturday this summer. Suffice to say that instead of arriving at 11am to work I show up at 8am. After wasting half the day on one hour long appointment, I am waiting impatiently for my 3 o' clock bridal makeup application.

Two-thirty rolls around and I decide to take a peek at the bride who is currently getting her hair done by a pissed-off-but-supremely-talented stylist. [Allow me to digress but a moment- this bride was ordered not to wash her hair before the big day, as to keep it dirty so it would be styled better. (For those of you who are unaware, dirty/product filled hair styles best). What does she have the cojones to do?! Arrive at the salon with wet, freshly washed hair].

I approach her and very amicably ask her if she'd like me to start her makeup, as to save her time. Well, she looked at me like I just asked her to masturbate in front of the whole salon, and replies, "Uhh... absolutely not!" Now, all of the other stylist & clients eyes are on me and I never miss an opportunity to smile right in someone's face who's been snotty to me, so I say, "You just let me know if I can help expedite the process, ok? *Insert crocodile smile here, walking away w/ dignity entact*"

Ms. Bride then informs me that she'll be doing the majority of her own makeup with her own makeup. Now, the obvious question here? Why am I here if she never needed makeup in the first place!? Promptly after her hair appointment she leaves without a single apology for wasting my time (I could have left hours ago).

(Fast forward to 40 mins past bride's 3pm makeup appt, with a recent encounter with my boss who thinks I was mean to her for saying I absolutely know how to do my job, after she suggested that I didn't know what the bride wanted. Which I did, but I won't go there...)

I am waiting around (some more), putting the makeup I had laid out for the job away, when she comes back up to the salon and asks me to apply her eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick, while the whole time gushing how she never wears makeup (as I'm peeking in her filled-to-the-brim makeup bag) and how she wants to look as natural as possible. As I'm applying her eyeliner, one eye at a time which is a commonly accepted method, she interrupts me to tell me that her eyes look lopsided (b/c I wasn't finished). I assure her that the other eye will look it's twin and she will look amazing. So after applying her eyeliner she tells me it's too dark, and I'm desperately trying to see what she sees, so I ask her (again) what it is that she wants, to which she replies, "Whatever you want..."

To which I reply, "It's whatever you want dear..."

To which she replies, "I know *coy smile*."

So my question to her is why is she being so passive-aggressive to me? What the H did I do?! Oh. That's right. I'm the enemy b/c I'm doing a fucking awesome job at making her red, wrinkled face look like Aphrodite's!!!

At this point my inner monologue is visciously trying to become my outer monologue, and I'm finding it ever so difficult to not ask her why she is wearing makeup in the first place. I digress....

After all is said and done, her mother is the gracious one, handing out generous gratuities, showing us some sincere gratitude. That's some love right there.

I am the best at what I do, make no mistake. I love what I do and that's what matters. That bride will look back (hopefully) and see what a wretched, passive-aggressive control-freak she was to the people who helped her play the part of pretty princess.

The lesson here is that everyone is going through something, and as my fucked up day was testament to that, how important it is to just let things go. Time to go swing the rest of my grumps away in my hammock by the campfire.

Have a wonderful weekend everyone, Blessed be.

Happy Fourth

I will always celebrate this day with unrestrained enthusiasm. It is because of the brave who fought for freedom so long ago that I can proudly (and legally) call myself a Witch. Thank you so much for this gift. Blessed be.

I would like to broach the subject of....

What can one say? It's safe to presume that almost everyone you meet will have an experience or story to tell. They vary from a "shadow out of the corner of the eye" to "I saw a real person (full body apparition)."  So I ask, what does one do when you are convinced of their existence? What next? There are many shows and documentaries out there that are still trying to convince us of their existence.... but what if you do believe in them? That you know they are real? 

I reflect on this question quite often in meditations. I really think long and hard on it. I keep getting the same answer; I am able to see, speak to, feel, hear their presence, smell them, but as far as hearing what they are trying to say, this is where I fall short. I rarely get impressions of who they are, what they want, etc. I am SO confused on my gift! I have to tell you all that when I was younger my impressions were much more accurate, so as an adult I get frustrated. Plus there is always the possibility of spirit coming in other forms: brownies, elementals, faerie spirit, etc.

I always feel more spirit after we've had guests stay over. I have heard that spirits can attach their energy to objects but what about people? Do you think it's possible? Perhaps the spirit energy in my house doesn't like outside guests? This is my issue; I would if I could but I can't just sage every single person who comes into my house! How crazy would I look?! Maybe not as crazy as I'm thinking but my neighbors would certainly flap their pie holes. I suppose another cleansing is in order. Back to spirit attaching themselves to people, I suppose it could be possible, even probable if that person isn't aware of their presence.

My fellow Bloggers, I would like to invite you to start a conversation on this topic, if you'll oblige me. It would make me feel more sane if I knew others out there were having these experiences too :) Thanks for listening to my ranting and raving!

Blessed be

~Sonja

Incubus isn't just a great band.

Very Merry Meet Blogfriends :) I'm really putting myself out there with this post. I don't know what the feedback will be... It's about an unsettling experience I had a few months ago. I think I got a visit from an Incubus, but I still hope that I got a visit from Lilith. :::Hoping the crazy police aren't outside my door:::

One night I woke up about 3am to feel (what I thought was) my husband trying to wake me up for a little mid-night nookie. Just so you all know, when I fall asleep, I'm ASLEEP. Waking me up is like waking a hibernating bear. Back to the story... I half-ass roll away from him, grumbling something unintelligible and threatening, and I feel him (or so I think) really trying to get down my undies after I just made it clear I wasn't interested. So I roll over fully, hoping to thwart any further attempt, and for the first time in my 6 yr relationship I feel violated. My husband takes no for an answer,he respects me and my body.

The next day at lunch together, I casually bring it up, asking him if he was trying to get lucky. He looks at me like I have 5 heads, so now I'm really confused... I probe further, asking specifics. Still his answer was "No babe, I was out cold the whole night. I had a great night's sleep." He then is looking at me with concern b/c I'm visibly freaked. He jokes that an incubus came looking for a little action, which I'm sure you can all gauge that I did NOT find funny. At all. Not even a little.

My question to you all out there is have you ever had an experience like this? Am I nuts?! This is the only logical conclusion I could come up with. Either that or I had a run in with Lilith!! Lol :) I would love to know if I am not the only one whose had this experience.

Blessings )O(

P.S.-I don't mean to be rude/insensitive but if you actually got abused by your boyf/husband, I would rather you not talk to me about it, perhaps seeking some professional council for your trauma.

Is it only me?

Ok. So I have an issue. I am a proud witch, meaning I am very proud of my spiritual path, so of course I would like to find others who feel the same way. Other witches who want to talk about their experiences and such. So why is it so difficult to find these people!!?? Am I going mad? Perhaps I'm not looking in the right places.... Perhaps the fact I am looking at all is what I am doing wrong. Still, being a solitary witch for so long I am starting to feel as though I am ready to start/join a coven. This (aside from childbirth) will be the most difficult thing to accomplish in my life.


I have a very dear friend who I know for a fact is a witch; a powerful, natural witch, like myself. She is so interested in learning more about the Craft but still clings to her Christian dogma. Does anyone know someone like that? However, her Christian friends aren't so accepting of her interest in Wicca, so she is pressured to stuff her gifts down while around them. It's only with me that she opens up and just shines. My point being that she is a natural witch, and I would love to start a coven with her. She is so beautiful, inside and out, she just radiates that something special. I want so badly for her to accept her witch destiny and be proud of it, like all us witches are.


I have another friend, my best friend in fact, who is a Catholic. I suspect she is a Curandera, or a white witch that uses Catholic symbolism. Upon meeting her, one would never presume that b/c she is so open-minded and witchy. She has done countless rituals with me, including a sweat lodge session. (More on that another time). She is so open to the Craft that I wouldn't be surprised if she came out and told me she was a Curandera all along :) I would love to be in a coven with her.


As much as I want these women in my future coven, I am starting to see that perhaps they aren't b/c they aren't meant to be. I digress...


So what/who is it that I am looking for? I suppose I'll know when I see it. Although Wicca (as a religion) is protected by our constitution and the last witch trial was in 1973 in California, I still sense that a lot of witches are still "hiding in their broom closets". I wish they weren't for my own selfish reasons. I really want to meet other dedicated witches, and listen to their stories, and share my thoughts with them. Maybe by writing this blog I will get some feedback.