I once tried to make “perfume” with oleander flowers and my mom’s wooden spoon. She was… less than thrilled, let’s say.

My sisters and I used to mix potions and test them out. Usually water, shampoo, toothpaste, other house cleaners we could reach.

First, they’d have me taste it. If it tasted bad, then it was probably a magical cleaning potion.

Then, we’d test it in the bathroom. If it didn’t instantly clean up some random dirt or whatever, then it was probably a powerful stain remover!

Finally, we’d pour it on the carpet. It would often bleach the carpet and we’d call it a success. If it didn’t, then the potion was a dud.

my dad made a sandbox for us in the backyard, so my potions were REALLY BIG. straight cauldron sized

unrelated but why is this written in Ubuntu font /s

There was no internet for me, growing up. When I was 10, we moved to a place on the edge of the main suburbs, backing onto bushland, in Australia, with massive mountains surrounding us, so much wildlife and moss and so many species of flora. And! There was an old broken, partly abandoned chook shed, with a creaky door. The place was magical. We took all the buckets we could find, me, my sister and all my cousins, mostly all girls, (the two youngest were boys, we included them too) would make huge concoctions with moss and the varying brush species around. We would send off parties to gather supplies for the steeping concoctions. We would pretend we had gone on massive journeys with battles, to gather the vital life saving precious flowers or interesting twigs. We’d be at it all day. When we weren’t doing that, I would be off hiking in the mountains, by myself, just for fun.

it was a bucket thank you.

now we make homemade stink jars and the house smells lovely all year. if that’s not a potion i don’t know what is