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Christmas Gift Orders must be made by December 13th! Wrapping and Ribbon Included!

 

 

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I just want to remind anyone who might want to place a gift order of Angel Blue Perfume & Cologne for the Christmas Holidays, you must make an order no later than December 13th for Domestic shipping!
I have had an incredible year with such wonderful clients and friends who have supported this business and I just want to thank you all so very much! I have had the honor to ship not only domestically but internationally, to many fine people this year! I also was fortunate to showcase my products in several lovely boutiques and shops, like Block Party Handmade Boutique in Louisville, KY.
I wish many blessings, joy and love for you and yours this wonderful Season and throughout the New Year! I look forward to sharing my many journeys as I continue my fine art paintings, photography of abandoned places for my newest book and my holistic perfume business.
Be sure to visit angelblueperfume.com  if placing an order.
XO,
Tommie Flannery Baskis
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Wishes for Hope, Graciousness and Faith in our Time of Living…

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” To be able to hear the divine calling, for grace to flow abundantly, it is enough to love something dearly, music, the sun, or a little child.”   – Ramakrishna

The season of Christmas and the coming of the New Year has always felt like the most serene and reflective gift I could ever receive as a young girl.

It was always natural for me to take the time of reflection and allowance for myself and other individuals to be just that….a very special entity, an individual unto the world, to spread the joy of one’s unique creation, hope and love to one another.

I believe as we get older many of us do forget the unique power we yield to make a difference in this world as creators, as children of the Creator.

I wish for us all the remembrance of the grace and glory we all share in…

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Wishes for Hope, Graciousness and Faith in our Time of Living…

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” To be able to hear the divine calling, for grace to flow abundantly, it is enough to love something dearly, music, the sun, or a little child.”   – Ramakrishna

 

The season of Christmas and the coming of the New Year has always felt like the most serene and reflective gift I could ever receive as a young girl.

It was always natural for me to take the time of reflection and allowance for myself and other individuals to be just that….a very special entity, an individual unto the world, to spread the joy of one’s unique creation, hope and love to one another.

I believe as we get older many of us do forget the unique power we yield to make a difference in this world as creators, as children of the Creator.

I wish for us all the remembrance of the grace and glory we all share in the light.

I am forever grateful for the love that has surrounded me in the good times as well as the love that has been withheld from me from the ones who are afraid…they are the ones who have carved hope and faith into my being.

I think of all my Family and Friends during the Season, who are here and the ones who have passed on in love and warm memories.

It is important to take the time to give of yourself and the love within you, to listen to an elder who is lonely, a child who is always reaching for Love, the ones who live in fear and anguish.

Let us hope we all find our path of reckoning, as we look upon it, with an allowance of what has been and what will be…and that all was done in love.

Merry Christmas to all and wishes for hope, graciousness and faith in our time of living.

Angel Blue Perfume LLC and Duskflyer Vision Art would like to thank each and everyone who has offered support, friendship and guidance throughout the year of 2017! Blessings to you all and good cheer, be yours!

XO-

Tommie

 

 

 

 

 

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Holiday Shipping Dates and the Magic of Decorating from Angel Blue Perfume LLC

Hello to everyone out there! I hope your days are filled with good cheer, a full spirit and magical moments this Holiday Season!

Thanksgiving is soon upon us and this fine year is coming to a close. I want to say a few things and remind everyone about shipping dates , domestic and international.

I am wishing a wonderful Thanksgiving to all of our Family, Friends and Clients from Angel Blue Perfume!

A sincere thank you to all who have supported me in my dream to create some of the finest “Victorian inspired & holistic perfumes and colognes on the market today! I am truly grateful beyond words.

It has been a fine year with many domestic and international sales. I have had the good fortune to sell my fine perfume in several independent retailers, too!  With this being said, I have been extremely busy,  learning so much in the laboratory. I have quite a few new scents in the works and will be excited to unveil them in 2018, including our very own harvested and distilled honeysuckle.

I love the Winter Season and the spirit of love, gratitude, baking, gift giving, joy and time spent with Family and Friends! To me, it does not get better than that.

Decorating my home with a tree, garland for the fireplace mantel, the lighting of candles, with their wishes and prayers, wrapping gifts for my loved ones and baking is pure heaven. I love to see the joy and smiles we all give to one another when we give of our time.

Be good, be kind to yourself and to others and remember to create magic and joy by decorating your place with love and cheer!!

I want to remind everyone that if you are sending Christmas gifts this year to your loved ones, the dates for Domestic and International shipping are below :

International Mail –  Send no later than December 9th for Priority Mail.

International Priority Mail Express – Send out by December 14th

International Global Express – December 19th

 

Domestic Shipping-  (Send No Later Than)

First Class Package – Retail – December 19th

Priority Mail –  December 20th

Priority Mail Express – December 22nd

 

“I hope each and everyone of you enjoy this Season with Family and loved ones near! Raise a glass of cheer, to you,  yours and neighbors far and dear…”

XO,

Tommie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Secret Place (11:11)

The Secret Place (11:11)

In the long days and moments of her dream wandering, she will discover the Secret Place.

She moves at peace through angel snow and forest, as a child that knows its way.

She comes with the hope of eternal sun, a rustling leaf melody and the bloom of life dancing to cicada’s electric hum.

Her eyes of wandering reflect what she has known, what has always lived there; older than blood and stone.

The old house awaits her return. It moves and stirs a dust from its powder sugared clapboard walls.

A fire creates a ghostly dance upon wood, bellowing chimney smoke into a starry mystery.

Her steps enter through a forsaken door; to hear cries of children of December, always longing for warmth and love.

The memory of children in summer sun, with the scent of burning honeysuckle and their small bare feet, run forever; so reverent and sure-

She knows her will, creates the dream of her wandering.

This house of secret refuge, like a man that awaits her return with calm fever, holding the vision

Sun bright on storm gilded wing, flying to her…

 

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‘News Flash’ Angel Blue Perfume is offering gift wrapping & a notecard for Christmas orders that must be made by December 13-14th

I am thrilled to offer your gift purchase of Angel Blue Perfume for the Christmas Season, to be gift wrapped with a personal notecard for you or your loved ones!

The cost for personalizing your fine gift and lovely wrapping with a notecard is $5.00 extra.

All orders must be in by December 13-14th, 2017 in order for timely delivery.

Keep in mind, if you are in Louisville, KY, I am showcasing and selling at the wonderful boutiques and gift shop called Block Party Handmade Boutique on Frankfort Ave. and 4th Street in downtown Louisville!

Visit angelblueperfume.com

Thank you, each and everyone of my Family and Friends who have supported me in my endeavors and dreams. I love you all!

God Bless all of you and keep you in good health, joy and love!

XO-

Tommie

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Glass Jar Attic House, Ruins of Bell’s Tavern- A Journey through Barren County, KY

 

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‘We come spinning out of nothingness,

scattering stars like dust.’

— Rumi

 

Glass Jar Attic House, Ruins of Bell’s Tavern- A Journey through Barren County, KY

December the 20th of 1798 Barren County, KY came to be. Its name was taken from The Barrens, of which meadowlands do cover the northern third. The sub soil is made of clay which sits upon limestone. Many springs and caves are abundant here. In the past tobacco was the most important export here along with rye, wheat, corn and oats.

The towns of Barren County are Glasgow, the county seat of justice, Edmonton, Frederick and Chaplinton.

There are mineral springs here of which were considered to be efficacious in treatment of diseases. One stream was rich in sulphur and magnesia and they called these streams “medical waters”.

Edmund Rogers was an early pioneer of this beautiful area and “Green River” country. Edmund was an industrious man who surveyed, explored and mapped the lands including barren County. Edmund Rogers was a cousin to General George Rogers Clark. His brother was Captain John Rogers.

Edmund started surveying in 1783 in Clark’s or what was known as the Illinois Grant on the northern side of the Ohio River by Louisville, KY. In 1874 his operations changed to survey Little and Big Barren rivers and tributaries.

In Barren County at Park City stand the erect ruins of Bell’s Tavern N 37 05.510 W 086 02.996.

An Inn was built in the 1820’s and operated by Col. William Bell, a Revolutionary Officer of Virginia. He named his Tavern and Inn Bell’s Tavern. The food was known to be lavish and Colonel Bell would often prepare his favorite appetizer, a very potent peach brandy and honey. It was quite popular with the guests and dispensed in modest amounts! Coffee was taken from table to table by a slave servant named Shad, who they said had the darkest skin and whitest teeth they had ever seen.  Shad was buried under the apple tree in the orchard upon his death.

Many famous guests and politician frequented Bell’s Tavern in the day, including Henry Clay, the Marshalls, Judge Rowan and Aaron Harding to name a few. It was told by Nathaniel Silsbee, Senator of Massachusetts 1825-35, in a letter to a friend “Stop by for a day or two at the Famous Bell’s Tavern. Should you arrive late at night and find the yard filled in with rough carts and wagons, with perhaps uncouth men or maybe Indians stretched upon the porch and hall floors, keep up good heart; there will be a comfortable bed for you, and at breakfast such a breakfast as you have seldom sat to you will have for company men, learned men, not unlikely a prince or potentate, a world famous actor or prima donna; it may be all of these. But mark you, should none of these fall to your share you will find in your host a cultivated, charming gentlemen who can keep up his end of the conversation with even you. There is no other hostelry of its like upon the length of the continent.”

The Tavern came to an end by the ruin of fire in 1858. A new Tavern was being erected in its place but would never see completion because of the Civil War.

On my journey through Barren County I have encountered many abandoned structures. I will focus on a few and one of my favorites called “Glass Jar Attic House”. The home had the steepest stairs going into the attic. Up in the attic was the largest assortment of glass jars strewn about on the floor with other odd assorted items, such as curlers, a Santa Claus pin, tobacco boxes and even a coat hung neatly on the old wood rafters.

I hope you will enjoy the journey-

It was strange that when I saw  the Santa Claus pin on the Glass Jar Attic floor,  I remembered that I had the exact same pin and would put it on my wool coat as a young girl during Christmas time. The string you would pull made the eyes open.

 

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Fluff, is the magical ‘Stuff’ I find left behind on my ‘Abandoned House Journeys’

 

 

Fluff, is the magical ‘Stuff’ that I find left behind on my ‘Abandoned House Journeys’ !

This is a very unique feeling to write about for me, perhaps it is an intimate and special moment, as a photographer of abandoned places and rural haunts, that I experience upon finding ‘left behind treasures’ (someone’s junk) that will help me discover the forgotten story of the ones that were there before us.

There is so much emotion and excitement upon  finding a ‘hidden treasure’ such as an old letter dated in the 1930’s, old and dirty costume jewelry, photographs, books eaten away by time and mice, old Christmas cards and newsprint, cupboard dishes with their faded painted roses, dolls, ragged and broken but still smiling …

I have explored many places in my life and collected so many stories, photographs of objects and abandoned places through the years and I still receive so much  joy, upon finding bits and pieces of the mystery and people that came before me.

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Halloween Eve and the Celtic Festival of Samhain

 

 

Halloween Eve, of which is also known to many as “All Hallows Evening” and “All Saints’ Eve” is celebrated by many countries on October 31st. The three day observance includes remembering our dear departed loved ones, saints and martyrs by placing candles on the graves of the dead.

The Halloween traditions of gathering with loved ones and friends, eating delicious foods and candies, dressing in costumes (called Guising) and playing tricks on others , are steeped in deep rooted pagan ideology.

It is believed by many that the Celtic harvest festivals like the Gaelic festival Samhain is the precursor and history of our Halloween Eve today. The Celtic festival of Samhain is derived from the Old Irish for a “summer’s end” It happened to be the most important of the four quarter days in the medieval Gaelic calendar of which was celebrated on October 31st to November 1st in Scotland, Ireland and Isle of Man.

The word “Hallowe’en” means “holy evening” or “hallowed eve”. It dates to around 1745 and is Christian in origin.

The end of the harvest season was celebrated and anticipated by the villages and people. The Samhain marked the end of a harvest season and the beginning of the “darker half” or winter. Many people believed this time was essential and spiritual. They believed the “veil was thinner” so spirits and fairies, known as Aos Si, could enter this world more easy during this time.

Many of the things we do today such as dressing up, telling stories of hauntings and spirits, imbibing and enjoying sweets and baked goods, special bonfires and bobbing for apples were embraced by the people of the past.

In Ireland during the 1800’s candles were lit and good tidings offered to the departed loved ones and souls of the dead. Bonfires and fire in general were positioned around fields and homes to protect them. The flame mimicked the power of the sun, of which meant healing and growth and to keep at bay the darkness of winter days and decay.

The custom of wearing a costume or disguise and traveling from home to home reciting verses and songs in exchange for food can be traced back to the 16th century. Many people would dress like the Aos Si, souls of the dead and such thinking that it would protect oneself from the departed spirits.

The fun carved jack- o -lanterns we know of today started many years ago. In Ireland and the Scottish Highlands they would carve grotesque grimaces and faces on hollowed out turnips and wurzels. They would make lanterns out of these to ward off any evil spirits.

The courting candle I am holding in the photographs are from the  American Colonial-era, and are used as a time-keeper marking the length of time a suitor could visit a lady.

The courting candle was a spiral, iron-forged candleholder, used to determine how long a gentleman suitor was welcome to visit. It is believed that a young woman’s father would set the candle to a certain height of his choosing in the candleholder and the candle burning to the top of the holder would mark the time for the suitor to leave.

The courting candleholder was popular in Germany before being introduced to the American Colonies by the early Pennsylvania-German settlers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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‘Dreams From the Wood Porch’

Dreams From the Wood Porch

December 30, 2014

A stirring of rust colored leaves rise ethereal with clay dust, as the girl child dances under the hazy sun of the afternoon heat.

Not yet an angel, gold dipped in sin and prayer; her tinkling laughter is matched by the cicada drone that beats with hypnotic fervor.

He rocks back and forth ceremoniously on the old porch with solemn and careful watching.

The evening damp strangles and descends the smoke clouded mist from the old man’s pipe, as a whippoorwill hurriedly cuts through the last lazy moment of heat from the celestial terrace.

He waits in the gathering dark for her to come in as she moves steadfast and barefoot toward the blistered wood porch.

Laced with secret and smiling she will lay with thought dreams bathed clean, in star shine.

 

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Sugar Dust House

Sugar Dust House

The Licorice limbed, trees are the first greeters upon our ascent, to Sugar Dust House.

Rustling leaves make a sound, as if slowly drawing breath and releasing onto the cool ether.

They lie like damp nutmeg parchment, underneath our heedful stepping.

The antiquated brick house

With its windows that have gone into the dark;

That looks upon us.

Mottled and white, the old paint like sugar dust, a soft powdering held to form, by many an autumns damp and winter sun fires.

I wonder what tales these erect stones will release to me. I anticipate the entry.

Through its door, isolation is the only ceremony.

I look within only to find a shelter, a great hush; except for an eerie, whistle lullaby. It pushes through an upstairs rotted window pane.

Perhaps it is a lost siren song calling to us all, singing itself home;

I will listen.

 

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The Dark Attic

The Dark Attic

 

The dark attic, the bearer of stillness….

The frost glazed, glass window hung high, etched by days of ice and wind…

My windows are a looking mirror, into the seasons of the past.

A summer storm, finds my love and I on cool board and quilt of down…a secret place.

Autumn sunshine reaches long on cinnamon dust rays; exposing web and spider, the old letter and the broken chain of an old silver charm.

A winter’s eve, the long awaited visitor returns collecting jeweled treasures of glass and wood; forgotten but not lost.

A tree will shine with all its glory under the dark attic.

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