I am a romantic, a dreamer and a true lover of fairy tales. Implausible happy endings are the best part of any story and if there's a little mystery and magic thrown in, even better. In real life however, I am a bit more pragmatic. I don't usually play the lottery, believe in get rich quick schemes and if something seems too good to be true, I generally pass. However, when my friend Deb mentioned her Italian Prosperity Jar, I found myself mildly intrigued.
Apparently, if you fill a jar with bourbon and kale and leave it in a sunny location, it can bring you prosperity...whatever that may be. Now, as I said, if this were a movie or a summer read, I would already be hooked. The bourbon would be trailing down the side of the jar, glistening from the sun streaming in through a crack in the basement window. The heroine would lick the droplets away from the glass, as she placed the container on the windowsill, literally drinking the prosperity into her frail and beaten frame...
...but this is not a novel ~ in my case a poorly written one ~ this is shopping on Monday, carpooling on Tuesday, piano on Wednesday. You get my drift. There is no room for magic in my world.
And then I thought, why? Why exactly is that and when did the magic go away?
As a child, I remember summer vividly. It was full of wonder, bugs that made light, flashing light no less, and mysterious noises that emanated from the wooded night. There were mermaids in the ocean. I am sure that I saw a fin and if I could just get her attention, she would make me a mermaid, too.
There were sprites in my backyard, gnomes under the ivy patch, the ducks in the big field understood me when I spoke to them and someday, I was going to marry a handsome prince, after outsmarting the evil witch and we were going to live in a cottage. Castles were never my thing ~ too big and cold.
Well, the handsome prince/ cottage thing came true...even had to battle a few witches to claim my prize, but somewhere along the line, the magic disappeared. Oh sure, it came back every summer when the kids were little, but as teens, the only thing that they are enchanted by is the combination of cash and car keys.
In an effort to regain some of that summertime supernatural, I decided to whip up a jar of prosperity and believe in the possibility of possibility. It was a quick DIY and an opportunity to buy bourbon and kale, two items I have never stocked.
Of course, the little man in the grocery store had to show me exactly which bunch of greens were kale. I doubt romaine would work.
Italian Prosperity Jar
I grabbed an empty old mason jar from a Mother's Day Sugar Scrub and washed it out.
I opened my bottle of bourbon, sniffed, gasped (I'm a total lightweight) and poured it over the kale.
I put the cap back on and since it was going to be in my kitchen, I added a red piece of trim to the top of the jar to accessorize it. Nobody said that prosperity couldn't be pretty.
When it was done, I gave it a good shake and put it in a sunny window. Apparently, a good shake every now and then is key.
For the full tutorial, you must stop by and visit Deb, plus she has a great recipe for all that leftover kale.
Now, I don't know what your definition of prosperity is, but about a half an hour later, this was the view in my kitchen.
I'd say that's pretty magical and prosperous, wouldn't you?
Do you believe in magic?
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