Sunday, October 1, 2017

October Fun

October is Here
By Cathy Collar

October is here with all its delights,
Colorful leaves and scary dark nights.
Hot apple cider and cinnamon buns,
Witches and goblins out having fun.

A round harvest moon with its golden shine.

The witching hour, time between time.
Sweet pumpkin pie, peach cobbler galore.
Ghosts, bats and vampires knock at your door.


Hot dogs and smores roast on a campfire.
Demons and trolls slink through the mire.
Yes it’s the scariest time of the year.

Oh but what fun! October is here!

Monday, September 4, 2017

***** September Birthday *****

It is September! If you were born this month you are a Sexy Sapphire or a Lovely Lapis Lazuli

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Sapphire  "The Stone Of Inner Spirit"

"As a star of the skies brought to Earth, I blend with you to initiate the awakening of your intuitive senses.


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Lapis Lazuli   " The Stone Of  Proclamation "

With my beautiful cosmic blue color, I contact your spirit guardians to protect you.  It is also my duty to instill upon you the power of words.  Use them to teach and heal those who have not found their voice.

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Friday, August 25, 2017

Anna's Birthday Surprise!

Good Morning Everyone! 

Anna's Birthday is this Saturday and you get the presents! All of our Anna's Legacy Leukemia Awareness Jewelry will be 10% off starting today and lasting until Midnight on Monday! See them all  @

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

August Birthstone

It is August! If you were born this month, you are a Precious Peridot ~

Peridot  " The Stone Of  Destiny"

I stand as a guardian of hope, wisdom, generosity, abundance, and compassion. Let me take you in hand and guide you to understanding your destiny and spiritual purpose. 

A Creative Carnelian ~

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Carnelian  "The Stone Of  Inspiration "
I am the artists' stone reflecting soulful expression through words and actions. I inspire intensity and lend fire to design.

Friday, July 7, 2017

~~~~~~July Birthstone! ~~~~~~~

It is July!
If you were born this month ~ You are a Radiant Ruby!
Shine Bright This Month ~

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" The Stone Of Energy Personified"
I am the lifeblood of creativity & breath of purposeful movement . Act with intention & watch the world open as you share your light.

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Friday, May 26, 2017

Tess The Mess & The Lizard's Tail

Helloooo! It's Me Tessy!

Mom has been so busy working on her fairy tale books that she has not been on her blog for awhile so I am sharing this story for her.

  Here is one of my Tessy's Tales ~ THE LIZARD'S TAIL~

            It was one of those days when not much was happin'. It was just startin' to cool down from a hot sweaty day. I mean it was so hot, I sunburned my tongue while panting. And believe me you don't ever want to get a sunburn there. Anyway, I had spent most of the day lazin' around with my doggy buds trying to stay calm and cool. It is very hard for me to stay calm and cool, because of my ADHD, but Big Black Mama, Shadow, told us all that it was too hot to do anythin' today. If went runnin' around in this heat, we would have a heat stroke. I don't know what that means, but Shadow is our pack leader so I always do what she says. Mostly anyways.

            Since it was cooling down Shadow told us that we could go for a walk or short run, but not too much. It was still too hot. Finally freedom! I stood up and stretched. My, that felt good. I stretched my long brown legs, my thin flexible neck, and my beautiful long tail. I even stretched my toenail.

            I was ready to race off into the pasture when somethin' funny caught my eye. There was somethin' under dad's lawnmower. I know I saw somethin' move.

            I instantly went into stealth mode. Ears up, nose down, eyes alert and focused. I slowly crept over to the mower. I sniffed. What was that smell? It wasn't a rat. It wasn't a cat. It wasn't a mean ol' snake. I sat down and stared at the bottom of the mower. It was too small to be a skunk or an armadillo. Hummmm. What could be under there?

            I ventured over to the other side of the mower and stuck my paw under it as far as I could. Uh oh. Ow, that hurt! My paw got stuck under the metal rim. I whined and whined as I tried desperately to get my it free.

            "What's wrong sweetie pie?" asked Big Black Mama, Shadow.

            "My paw is stuck," I whimpered.

            "Why, yes, I see it is. But why did ya go and stick your paw under there, baby child?"

            "Well, I thought I saw somethin' move under there and I wanted to get it out so it wouldn't hurt daddy when he came to mow."

            "Really? You weren't just curious as to what was under that there mowing machine?"

            "Weelll, maybe, just a little, but that doesn't really matter now cause now the only thing I want to do is get my paw free. Can you help me, please?"

            Shadow studied my situation. She went to the back of the mower and looked. She went to the front of the mower and looked. Then she returned to the side my paw was stuck on.

            "Nope, I can't help ya." she said. "Maybe if you dig your claws into the ground underneath you can dig your way out. I'm not say'in it ain't gonna hurt, because it is, but that is the only way I can see for you ta get yourself free. Maybe this will teach you not to stick your paws where they shouldn't be. Now go ahead and try."

            I whined, but did what she said. I stretched my long, strong, nails into the ground and grabbed the dirt with them. To my surprise the ground was soft and my toes dug down easily. Slowly, because the metal was diggin into my leg, I dug my toenails in and out until at last I had made a hole big enough to slid my paw out.

            I had a scape on my leg and the top of my paw was bleeding. It was a terrible sight. I would have lost my supper, if I had been fed. Good thing I hadn't.

            Shadow and I sat there examinin' my injury when we both saw something move again under the machine.

            "You're right," said Shadow, "there is definitely somthin' under there." She sniffed the ground. "It's just a silly ol' lizard, nothin' to worry about. You'd better go soak your paw in the pond so it will heal and don't forget to give it a good lickin' when you're done."

            Shadow wondered off to a shade tree and lay down. I don't blame her. She is a black lab, which makes her hotter than the rest of us.

            Now my curiosity was gettin' the better of me. I had NEVER seen a lizard up close. They are fast little critters that run all over the place. I am fast, but they are much faster. This might be my one and only chance to catch one. I squatted down close to the mower, my pain dulled by the excitement of the chase. My butt in the air and my nose to the ground, I was ready to stand there until that critter made a run for it.

            I had been in this position for a good amount of time (I'm a dog so I can't give you the hours) when I heard mom's Tahoe coming down the drive. Yeah! Mom would help me catch this fast little demon. Yes, it had now become a demon to me since my paw was hurt and the rest of my body was in pain from standing in that position for so long.

            Mom got out and hollered for me to come and get my food. I looked at her and then at the mower, barking my problem to her. She ignored me and went to feed the other dogs. I stood my ground.

            When she came back around the house, I barked and whined at her while pawin' at the mower. Sometimes it takes her awhile to understand what I am trying to tell her, but you can't blame her. She doesn't speak dog.

            She came over to the lawn mower and shooed me away. "Tessy, what are you doing? Is there something under there?"

            I barked, "Yes, Yes, Yes!"

            "Get back, "she scolded. "It might be a snake."

            I whimpered, but took a step back, still in good enough position to catch that pesky lizard.

            Mom grabbed the handle of the mower and lifted it up. That move would have been handy to have around when my paw was stuck, I thought just as something ran out from under the mower. It was fast, but I was quicker. I grabbed its tail and clamped down. I was the winner! I had finally caught a lizard. I looked up at Mom and she was laughing. She was soooo happy for me. But then I saw another lizard running out from beneath the mower. I didn't know what to do.

            Should I drop my prize and go after the other one or savor the moment. The lizard stopped right by Mom's foot just long enough for me to get a good look at it. What the heck! That silly lizard didn't have a tail. I decided I would keep my whole lizard tail and all as I watched the tailless one speed away.

            I took my prize over to Mom and dropped it at her feet ready to bask in her praise. She patted my head and continued to giggle.

            "Silly girl, you lose this time. All you got was a lizard's tail and he will have grown his back by this time next week."

            What was she talking about? I looked down and sure enough there was the lizard's tail with no lizard body attached. I was amazed. Wow, I thought. I wish I could do that. If you got your tail caught just give it up and get away. No worries you'll just grow another in its place.

            "Come on Tessy and eat your food, " yelled Mom, "you know Coco will eat it if you don't get it eaten before she finishes hers."

            Of course she was right. I scarfed down my food and stood patiently while Mom doctored my paw. She put some sticky stuff on it that she said would make it feel all better, but I knew what I must do. I must do what Big Black Mama, Shadow told me to do. As soon as Mom left I went the pond to soak my paw and then I gave it a good lickin'. My paw won't grow back like that lizard's tail so I have to make sure it heals.

Written  C.L. Collar
Because I Don't have Thumbs

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

OWFI Awards 2017

I am so excited!!!!
I recently attended a conference in Oklahoma City, the Oklahoma Writers Federation Incorporated, and I am proud to say that I brought back three awards. The first award was Third Place for my Juvenile story, Shine On. Yes, there is a typo on the certificate but that is okay. The Second award was First Place for my Children's Picture Book story, The Purple Problem. After winning the first place award in this category of the contest, it was then entered into the Creme' De' La Creme contest along with all of the other first place winners and to my amazement it WON! 

The Purple Problem is a poem that I wrote many year ago about a girl who was born with purple hair and the trial and errors she faced trying to fit in. It is a humorous poem in which the girl learns how to face a big problem. I am in the process of working with my illustrator and editor to get this book published. I will let you know when it is ready to go! 

Let this be a reminder for all of you, my wonderful friends, to follow your dreams and never give up. That next step you take might be a step up getting you closer to your dream. 

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

May Birthstone

It is May! If you were born this month, you are an Exotic Emerald
Emerald " The Stone Of Divine Love " 
I guard your heart's essence. I compel you to function at your highest level ensuring that you walk an illuminated path with the brilliance of love as your guide.

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Monday, April 24, 2017

The McCory Chronicles: Katie McCory and Destiny's Diamond

It is time to share a snipit from the next book in The McCory Chronicles Series ~ Katie McCory and Destiny's Diamond ~ Coming Soon

Everyone readied their weapons as Chester slowly crept over to the huge onyx door. Turning the silver latch quickly to one side, he shoved the door open. A growl bellowed from his lips as a large brown glob of mud hit him directly in the chest sending him flying backwards onto the floor. In no time at all, Jackel had the horrid muddy beast in his hands ready to tear it apart.
"Wait!" yelled Katie. "That lump of mud looks kind of familiar."
"What do you mean?" yelled Jackel. "How would you be familiar with a mud monster?"
"Give it to me," said Katie.
"I don't think so," said Jackel, extending his sharp claws around the beast. "These mud monsters can be awful slippery. I think this one was spying on us. I'll just give him a good squish, and he won't be relaying any messages to anyone."
Jackel squeezed the mud monster tighter. It sprung from his hands landing with a splat on the floor, sat up, and then launched itself directly at Katie. Jackel and Donnie both tried to block the attack, but the monster found its way through their defenses and right into Katie's pocket.

Friday, March 24, 2017


By Cathy Collar

            The wind blew up
The wind blew down
The wind blew stuff all around.


The cat was in the wishing well
How she got there, I cannot tell

The dog blew across the track

I don’t know when he’ll be back.

                          I found the milk cow on the roof

I took a picture just for proof

In the water dish I found
A frog and fish swimming round.


The rooster’s comb was on his tail

The hen was roosting on a pail.

Eggs were scrambled everywhere
Even in the horse’s hair.

Squealing with great alarm.
From a beam in the barn
I looked and looked and then I found
The pig was hanging upside down

I put everything back right
And went to settle for the night.
As I climbed into my bed
I took my foot off of my head.
And put it back where it belonged
And prayed the wind would soon be gone!

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Spring Has Sprung

               Spring                               Sprung
                                   By Cathy Collar

The beautifully colored flowers
Suddenly burst into bloom!
Spreading the scent of sweetness,
Throughout Mother Nature’s room.

              The cheerful birds chirp a melody
As the leaves dance
 to their song.
The butterflies flutter 
from flower to flower
Throughout the whole 
day long.

The bees buzz by so busily,
Doing their very best
To make sure  they touch each tiny flower,
And spread it’s tenderness.

Mother Nature is pleased, all is well.
Again Spring has Sprung!
She kisses each worker with dew drops,
And tells them how well they have done.

Friday, March 17, 2017

~ An Irish Fairy Tale ~ In Honor of St. Patrick's Day ~

The Banshee’s Bargain

By. C.L. Collar

The night was black as onyx, with nar a moon in the sky. That is when he heard it, the dreaded Banshee’s cry.

Thomas O’Brian sat by the fire in his stately country home. His family had lived in this old manor for centuries and now it looked like he would soon be forced to leave it. If only he could have a little more time, he thought. He had sent his latest manuscript to his editor a month ago in hopes of a new beginning. It was a murder mystery. They were hot on the market right now and his new characters were evil and conniving, everything the new readers lusted for. It really wasn’t the type of writing he wanted to do, but hopefully it would diminish the burden of bills strung across his mahogany desk.
Thomas leaned back in his chair staring into the mesmerizing fire. Where were the good ole days when people wanted to read about love and the splendor of falling into it?  Where were the dreamers, the artist, and the believers in magic? Had the world become so tech trained that our young people’s imagination had simply faded into nonexistence?
He was lost in thought when he first heard it, the sound of a screech owl right outside his window. He quickly opened the drapes and peered out into the darkness looking for his childhood friend. The blackness of the night engulfed everything outside. Thomas opened the window and leaned into the fresh crisp air. He listened intently, in search of the bird.  Only the sound of the chirping crickets greeted his ears.

Thomas slowly closed the window and went back to his seat by the fire. It would have been nice to have seen that old owl one more time before he left. Maybe he still could. The bank had given him one week to come up with money for his loan. Thomas prayed his editor would be quick with his response.
Another screech filled the air, followed by a loud knock at Thomas’ front door.
Who would be visiting at this late hour he wondered as he walked briskly to the entryway. He opened the door cautiously peering into the darkness. Nobody was there.
“Who’s come knocking on my door at such an indecent hour?” he yelled into the night.
His answer was another screech, this time coming from inside his house. Thomas now knew who awaited him inside and it definitely was not his old friend owl.
He turned and slowly made his way back to the fire. Her timing was horrible. He wasn’t ready to meet his maker. He had so many things left to do, but most important, he needed to get his novel published so he could leave his family debt free. The bank had given him one more week. She wouldn’t.
As he entered the parlor, he was greeted by a beautiful woman dressed to the nine in the latest fashion.  She had already poured herself a brandy from the decanter that always sat on the sidebar. In fact she had made herself right at home. She took a dainty sip of the sweet liquor and sat back in her chair, smiling.
Thomas had heard that the Banshee could take this guise, but he really didn’t believe it was true. Apparently he was wrong. He poured himself a whiskey and sat down in the chair facing hers.
“I’m glad to see someone will get enjoyment from my death,” he said nonchalantly twirling his drink.
“I do enjoy my work.” The Banshee’s voice was sweet has honey. “But in your case this is not necessarily so.” She gave Thomas a sly smile and finished her brandy in one large gulp. “Ahh,” she said, "that’s better, now I will have a taste of your fine whiskey. Fetch it for me will you?”
Thomas rose and filled her glass with the amber liquid. When he turned around the beauty was gone and before him sat the Banshee Hag, dressed in grey, with long, pale hair and a toothless grin.
“Ah yes, a lady would never drink whiskey, but this old hag loves it,” she said smacking her gums.
Thomas shrunk a little from the mere sight of her. Here was the Banshee of his nightmares; the legendary taker of the dead. His hand shook as he handed the glass back to her. She grabbed it with wicked clawed hands and finished it in one gulp.
“Okay,” she said throwing the empty glass into the fire. “It is time to get down to business.” She rose and spread her arms out wide. Opening her mouth, she flung back her head ready to call the death coach to Thomas’ front door.
“Pleas wait.” Thomas requested. “I haven’t finished my drink. You wouldn’t deny a dying man his last drink, would you?”
“Well, I guess not.” The Banshee sat back down. “It is the least I can do, since you were so generous as to let me partake also.” She again became the beauty in the fashionable clothes.
“Thank you,” said Thomas sitting back down and slowly sipping his drink. He needed time to think. He studied the lady in front of him. What could he do for her? What kind of bargain could he offer her to give him the time he needed to make things right? He couldn’t leave his family in the mess he had created. He had to buy more time.
“Why do you do that?” he asked.
“Do what?”
“Change back and forth like that.”
“Well. It is really quite simple.” The Banshee folded her small hands in her lap. “When I am not doing my duty, I am a lady. I have walked among mortals thus for centuries, but I cannot show this side of the banshee to many, for then they will not head my call. Mortals force me to become the hag so that I can carry out my destiny and theirs. They fear death so therefore they must fear me. I prefer being the lady and will stay in this form until you have finished your drink. I am in no hurry. Death comes to all sooner or later. A little later for you will make no difference to me.”
“So, it does not have to happen tonight?”
“It happens whenever I give the final call. After I give the call for the Death Coach it will be too late. The Death Coach cannot return without a soul and this time it is coming for you, Thomas.”
“How long can you wait to give that last call?” asked Thomas.
“I can wait as long as I want. But why do you ask?” The lady's eyes narrowed.
“Because I would like to tell your story to the world before I go. With your help I would love to write a book about you and your life. All of the things you know, all of the adventures you have had. I want to try to make a difference in this world before I leave. I want to bring back the spark of magic that keeps you alive.”
“Why would you want to keep me alive in the minds of mortals when I am the one who will bring death to you?” The Banshee was again the old hag. “What trickery are you trying to play on me, Thomas?”
“It is not trickery that I propose to you, my dear lady,” Thomas raised his drink to the hag, “but a bargain. I promise to write about you, the truth about you in all your gore and glory. But in return I need a boon from you.”
“What do you ask of me?”
“Let me write the book and then a few more. Give me time to present them to my editor. When I have sold enough books to cover my debts and set aside plenty for my family’s welfare, then you can make your call to the Death Coach. I will be ready.”
The old hag cackled. “No one is ever ready. But just for the sake of my good name and your clever mind, I will accept your bargain. We shall start tonight.”
The week went buy and somehow the bank had decided that it was a safe enough gamble to float Thomas' loan for another six months. His murder/mystery novel never found its way into publication, but his “The Life of a Banshee” series was an immediate hit.
Thomas sat outside his treasured country manor and awaited his lovely lady. He knew she would be coming tonight because his old friend the screech owl had come to bid him goodbye.

She walked up to him in her fine clothes and perfumed hair and took his hand. They headed down the road to meet his coach as the Banshee’s wail melded with the screech owl’s cry.

If you liked this story you will love my book of Fairy Tales 
Finding Fey

Thursday, March 2, 2017

In Honor Of Dr. Suess Birhtday

Did you know that Dr Suess wrote Green Eggs and Ham on a bet that he could not write a book using only 50 words?

In Honor of his birthday here is my attempt doing just that,


Where Oh Where Is That Darn Cat ?
By C. L. Collar   

Where oh where is that darn cat?
Where oh where can he be at?
Is he in the flower bed?
Is he hiding in the shed?
He is not in the flower bed.
He is not hiding in the shed.
Where oh where is that darn cat?
Where oh where can he be at?
Is he up on the high roof?
Did he make the big dog woof?
He is not up on the high roof.
He did not make the big dog woof.
Where oh where is that darn cat?
Where oh where can he be at?
Is he hiding in the tree?
Is he up there having tea?
He is not hiding in the tree.
He is not up there having tea.
Where oh where is that darn cat?
Where oh where can he be at?
Is he underneath the house?
Has he, has he caught a mouse?
He is not underneath the house.
He has not, has not caught a mouse.
Where oh where is that darn cat?
Where oh where can he be at?
Where were you?
I was in the flower bed.
I was hiding in the shed.
I was up on the high roof.
I did make the big dog woof.
I was hiding in the tree.
I was up there having tea.
I was underneath the house,
Where I, where I caught a mouse.
Now you don’t be so rude.
Where oh where is my food?

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hiding shed not up on roof did
make dog woof tree there having
 tea  underneath house has caught
mouse meow were you was now be
so rude is my food a don’t high