In Bell Book and Candle, Nicky Holroyd (played by Jack Lemmon in the movie, and by me in an ill-fated community theatre production) wonders why witches throughout history always seem to be poor. One could opine that it has something to do with the old maxim of not taking money for magic, but in reality, it’s that we blow all our cash on stuff like this:
Yes, to the untrained eye, it’s just a big, rusty keyhole. To the Witch, however, it evokes visions of Hecate, or Janus, or even the God of Keys. Or maybe it’s a modern interpretation of the symbol of Tanith, the Phoenician Moon Goddess. Regardless, it is portentous and mysterious, and I am going to buy the shit out of it and then spend the next week trying to rationalize that. Unless somebody anonymously loans me $20, in which case it is a treasured gift from the Universe Itself.
In other news, I’m finding myself a bit triggered at the moment, which means I need to call my sponsor and scream, “SERIOUSLY, DUDE, HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW IT WOULD SMELL LIKE BOURBON?!”
There are any number of reasons why it’s best I don’t go shopping alone. Truth in advertising is definitely one of them.