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Nay Nay

Sweet Midnight is the brain child, laboratory creation and delightful conception of her royal majesty, Glitter Queen Nay Nay; ruler of all things cute and deadly. Queen Nay's story begins when, as a young and creative child, she ran away from home to fulfill every child's blank threat of joining the circus. There, Queen Nay earned her title by working through the ranks and becoming a headlining act. She bedazzled crowds and won over hearts with amazing acts that combined flamboyance, glitter and big cats. The wanderlust bug bit our Queen and she unhitched her caravan, said goodbye to the spotlight and headed for the unknown. Upon her travels, she picked up bits of the odd and unusual. (if you are lucky enough to see the Sweet Midnight caravan out in the wild, Queen Nay will happily show you these mysterious tidbits and share their remarkable stories.) 

Today, our Queen has settled out West in Bisbee Arizona, where the furriest of subjects surround her. With limitless imagination to guide and inspire, she spends her days in Glampira, her '65 Cree Camper (glamper/studio)  base of operations. Fantastic creations emerge, finding their way onto Sweet Midnight's website and into our possession. 

*If, you ever find yourself in a Bisbee cemetery, on a dark and dreary may happen to spot our Queen, walking her beloved alligator (who she keeps happy with a well stocked supply of Marie Antoinette wigs and jeweled collars.) Fair warning, he does bite.






Jimmy, the original monster under the bed, was lured into service with the promise of pizza. Bewitched by our glitterous queen, he serves as her right hand, accompanying her on her journeys and often taking the role of the curmudgeon by vetoing our queen's desire of adding to her furry menagerie. When he's not lugging the Queen's coffins and co piloting one of their hearses, he can be spotted at the local skate park or Sizzler buffet. 

*Once again, if you ever find yourself in Bisbee and encounter the Jimmy...fair warning, he bites.


 There's rumors of a writer, said to pen the newsletter that so many Sweet Midnight fans enjoy. Many speculate as to whether this "ghost writer" truly exists. Some say her name is Christy and that she was kidnapped by garden gnomes, who hail her as a forest deity and sacrifice mushrooms to her.  Others say she is merely a figment of Queen Nay's imagination who visits in that magical space between consciousness and dreaming. We may never know the truth.
One of our little helper bees, happens to be Angela. Quietly living a double life, reminiscent of our beloved Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, she spends her days taming little goblins. When the magic of the universe aligns and she finds herself in the middle of a rare quiet moment, she puts those little shoe making elves to shame. With nimble fingers and a bewitched machine, her needlework serves our queen and puts smiles on customer's faces.




 A fearsome (but jollly) pirate who once roamed the legendary seven seas, Vanessa met Nay while taking her pet Kraken for a rather slow and slimy stroll along the beach. After wrestling her glittery parasol away from said Kraken, Queen Nay struck up a conversation with Vanessa and found they had much in common. Including, a love for the mysterious and of utilizing their enemies skulls as fashionable handbags. After years together, spent researching the secluded mermaid colonies of Fiji, Captain Vanessa now aids Queen Nay in her daily tasks. Of course, she still uses her vacation to pillage, plunder and discover new curiosities. So , next time you plan a day at the beach, keep an eye on that horizon...and do mind the slime trails.


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Another worker bee is Nick. A Mayan, found deep in the jungles of Belize, he has become an immeasurable help to our Queen. While acting as Queen Nay's assistant, a remarkable gift was uncovered...the ability to communicate with animals. He was immediately promoted to oversee the furry menagerie, and Queen Nay's travels would be strongly inhabited were he not present. (Nick insists that cats actually do have quite diverse vocabulary. They just prefer the four letter words that beg to be censored.)






Our Queen met our fair Cher, back in the circus. A fall day found the Queen painting her big cats toenails (a lovely shade of glittery pink), when a strong wind blew a tiny top hat over to her feet. Upon retrieving the miniature chapeau, she straightened back up and found herself looking at a lovely woman, dressed spooktacularly in vintage...with a squirrel (equally well dressed) sitting on her shoulder. They immediately became the best of friends. Sharing a love for  all things vintage, creepy and cute, Queen Nay often turns to Cher for advice and fashion input. Like our Queen, Cher has retired from the circus. But she maintains her relationship with the squirrels. She has, in fact, become a legend in squirrel lore. The tale of the kind woman who always carries a nibble in her pocket to share, has spread even to the birds. You can often spot her, surrounded by our furred and feathered friends.




Finally, we have Stitchy Black. Bitten as a child by her pet possum, Foamie...she overcame rabies and started a successful pet alligator breeding program. It was here that she met Queen Nay. Immediately connecting over their love of sharp toothed companions, Stitchy became a confidant and adviser. Sadly, Stitchy has moved out East and their beloved, scaled pets can no longer meet up for play dates (an event the townspeople were eager to see ended).