Recently, a fellow Etsy-an contacted me about custom making one of my Snow Queen capelets in child’s size for a photoshoot. After a postal snafu of epic proportions, the capelet arrived, and the photoshoot was staged. Yesterday, I saw the results, and they are so gorgeous I just have to share.

The images were shot by Julie of This Little Piggy photography out of Chicago.

But wait, there’s more! She also made those adorable crowns, and sells them in her own Etsy shop

ANyway, many many thanks to Julie and This Little Piggy. I’ll be making a few more of these capelets next week and listing them in my shop, if anyone is interested in one of their own.

this might be one of the most amazing things I’ve ever seen: playing tree rings like grooves in vinyl

YEARS from Bartholomäus Traubeck on Vimeo.

Flowers!

It’s another rainy, messy day here, after a weekend of 70 degree temps and tornado watches. So, what else is there to do but post kitten pictures?

Triscuit, temporarily stuck in a tree during a break in the rain. I think he chased a squirrel up there.

Here’s Nibbler, doing what she does best, being a roly poly:

Monkey, doing a little studio supervising:

And Lucie, being Lucie:

now back to your regularly scheduled Monday…

Spooky writer edition. (Happy Birthday Mr Poe)


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poe dinnerware DIY


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Amarantha Reading by *MirrorCradle



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By SARAH BRUMFIELD | Associated Press
BALTIMORE (AP) — Edgar Allan Poe fans waited long past a midnight dreary, but it appears annual visits to the writer’s grave in Baltimore by a mysterious figure called the “Poe Toaster” shall occur nevermore.

Poe House and Museum Curator Jeff Jerome said early Thursday that die-hard fans waited hours past when the tribute bearer normally arrives. But the “Poe Toaster” was a no-show for a third year in a row, leaving another unanswered question in a mystery worthy of the writer’s legacy. Poe fans had said they would hold one last vigil this year before calling an end to the tradition.

“It’s over with,” Jerome said wearily. “It will probably hit me later, but I’m too tired now to feel anything else.”

It is thought that the tributes of an anonymous man wearing black clothes with a white scarf and a wide-brimmed hat, who leaves three roses and a half-empty bottle of cognac at Poe’s original grave on the writer’s birthday, date to at least the 1940s. Late Wednesday, a crowd gathered outside the gates of the burial ground surrounding Westminster Hall to watch for the mysterious visitor, yet only three impersonators appeared, Jerome said.

The gothic master’s tales of the macabre still connect with readers more than 200 years after his birth, including his most famous poem, “ The Raven,” and short stories such as “The Tell-Tale Heart” and “The Pit and the Pendulum.” Poe’s “The Murders in the Rue Morgue” is considered the first modern detective story.

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Now that I have your attention… Do you know Leah and Mark? Well if you don’t yet, you should.

Why? Well, aside from the fact that they are just awesome people and extremely creative photographers, (there’s an example right up there, photos of my Kimono Wedding Dress) they’re giving it right back to the community that made them successful by giving away a Free Wedding. Yes, you heard me correctly- A totally free wedding.

These last few years have passed at light speed and we’re very grateful to everyone who’s helped us grow our Photography Business. We photograph a lot of weddings all over the country. From Maine, to California, to Michigan, to Florida, back to California and then all over the East coast – our clients take a chance on us – and we do our best to deliver the best.
We know how precious life is; we know how precious love is – and we know that there are many people out there who are unable to have a wedding for many varied reasons. Now although we can’t possibly help everyone – we can help someone – and a few months ago we decided that we would give two people in love a Full Wedding.

While you might be thinking it doesn’t get any better than that, here’s how it does, and this is why they rule. The wedding is open to anyone. To quote them again:
“Straight. Gay. Awesome. Whatever. Let’s do this.”
(Disclosure: We live in a state that still discriminates, but these guys sure aren’t letting that stop them. Get with it Georgia.)

Anyway, head on over to their contest page and check it out for yourself. Then spread the love. This is pretty much the ultimate pay it forward, and it’s going to be really exciting to see the results.

So there was plague. omg was there plague. It hit our house like a sleigh full of germy gravel the day after Christmas (screw you, Santa) and we didn’t really start shoveling our way out of it until like two days ago.

In light of not feeling like death, looks like the husband and I are actually leaving the house tonight and heading to a Speakeasy party. I wish I’d had time to throw together a real costume, but I’ll just have to ransack my closet, grump a little and then settle for coveting my friend Aimee’s outfit, which I gather will be dazzling if the links to pieces from Etsy are any indication.

The Lady L taught me to not be afraid of handstands. I still fall right over, but there is much progress since the last time I tried (and gave myself a concussion – yes it was spectacular and became irrationally afraid of them). Her way of building up to them is much gentler, so when I fall over it’s a no-brainer to pop right back up.

Moving on!
I’m so excited I can barely contain myself about two upcoming projects I’m working on. One will be on Earth Day in the Village, and it will involve community education on lots of fun happy-earth stuff, a craft fair, craft making, and best of all, A PARADE! Even better, said parade will be at night, everyone will be lit up, there will be a marching band, fire dancers, lanterns, more dancers and giant puppets. Giant Puppets!

The other will be in the fall, also in the Village, and I’ll be a little more circumspect about the details except to say that it will be an immersive experience involving Russian folklore, dancers, more fire, puppets, fairy tales, bones and houses that run around on legs. Mmm Hmm. (Some days I can’t believe I actually get to make these things happen!)

There’s more stuff, but those are the two biggies so far, because they’re actually funded and being started on. I’ll update on the rest when I know if we can actually do the rest.

On a lower note, there’s some other sorta odd stuff happening which is kinda scary, but I have faith it’s the right stuff and that a year from now I’ll be really happy I did this. Sometimes it takes a lot of bravery and some thinking outside the box to get what you want and need, and I need to be brave.

Liz is moving out of the yellow house, which makes me a sad panda, but it’s really exciting for her future, so I can’t be too sad.
A girl named Kate is moving in, who some of you locals might know. She’s a really amazing artist who draws modern pinup girls, so that should be a lot of fun. I’m taking over the rest of the space to give myself some needed breathing room. This means I get to hang my aerial stuff inside for once, and install a ballet barre. There’s been no room for even a yoga mat in our house for so long, so being able to move again, (in climate control at that!) is going to be really, really good for me. I already feel a million pounds off my chest having made the decisions, so despite not quite knowing how I’m going to make it all work financially, I know it’s a step in the right direction.

Oh, and yeah, I need to make a lot more money this year. Got job?

Ok. Now I have to go clean the house because family is coming this weekend and this place still has gravel everywhere.

Happy Friday the 13th, y’all!


by Alexander Janssen


credited to Tim Burton?


by Daniel Danger


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source: darkhaus (again, original unknown)


The Dance of Death by Josef Fenneker


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Monkey, who can cross my path anytime.

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