If I were in charge of a country or principality or dark empire or whatever, I would want a throne made of pillows.
Pointy thrones made of swords may make you look badass, but the effect will be negated somewhat when you have to sit on one of those inflatable rubber donut dealies. … Continue reading
You saw this coming, right?
I won’t belabor the point, because I’ve said this before. When it comes to choosing the bravest character in my cast of weirdos, Neurotic Owl will always win hands down, … Continue reading
Because Schadenfreude Seahorse is a jerk.
By the way, Slytherin? Your house crest is easily the biggest pain in the ass to draw. This is not improving my outlook on how much you suck. Please, feel … Continue reading
Is it a curse to be a swan by day and an owl by night? Probably not so much.
As you may have guessed, I just saw Swan Lake at the Houston Ballet this weekend. I’ve seen it before — 3 or 4 times, I think — but I … Continue reading
LIBRARY. Land of books I don’t have to pay for! And also audiobooks!
And oh, this past weekend when I went to the library they had ‘The Ocean at the End of the Lane’, and it’s WONderful (and also mildly triggery if you … Continue reading
Whooooooooooooooo.
A leetle break, I think, after yesterday, and because a certain A requested an owl in a dirndl. If he ends up marrying Christopher Plummer and becoming stepmother to 7 … Continue reading
OTTER. And some clothes.
I don’t like to pick favourites, but I do really, really like this set.
Papierpuppen! Part the third.
These are the ones you haven’t seen yet, right? Right? Oh, god, I can’t tell anymore because my brain is filled up with all the ways I might murder our … Continue reading
Dolls! Made of paper! Part 2.
The pale yellow tab is meant to lap behind her face, to help hold the wig in place. There’ll be lots more of those on tomorrow’s dolls. It’s hard making … Continue reading
Please don’t steal shoes from dead witches, because then someone will have to steal your shoes off your body three times, and that seems challenging.
Seriously, who could resist sparkly red shoes, right? Even off a corpse? OK, most people, probably. It’s a shame my scanner doesn’t really pick up glitter. I didn’t even try … Continue reading
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