I've Tripped and I Can't Get Down

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Oh, wait... now I can. 

I Love Clara

One of the Best Songs Ever Written

Landslide by Stevie Nicks (Fleetwood Mac, 1975)

Ghosts Arriving from Somewhere

Okay, the last few weeks have been a bit rough. I guess word has gotten out that I offer refuge to wandering ghosts, because ever since the end of November I have been inundated with visitations. They've been gaining access through the cracks in my walls and from under my front door, rattling my windows and steaming up my mirrors. I wake up from fitful dreams to find them tugging on my bedsheets, twirling and shimmering and demanding that I provide them with glass bottles. One of them even perched at the foot of my bed and shouted the phrase "I'm ready for cozytime!" repeatedly for four whole hours, interrupting itself only to hurl a few choice insults my way. It has not been easy. I have the feeling that all of this is an anomaly, possibly brought on by the cold weather. Normally, ghosts do not know what's best for them, so they don't usually house-hunt of their own accord. The sheer scope of this unexpected influx has made it impossible for me to find the time to create complex beaded necklaces. But in the interest of aiding in the crisis, I have given these ghosts simple chains or shorter beaded ornament strands for their bottles instead. I can't keep them all -- "cacophony" doesn't even begin to describe it -- so they are available from my Etsy store, Of Nowhere.

Sometimes You Just Gotta Hold 'em in Your Hand

Okay, what are these? Well, let me try to explain...

This first one is a Baby Echidna. Look at him! He looks like dough! If you had him in your clutches, it would be really hard to resist rolling him around on the kitchen counter and maybe kneading him a little bit. Not in a mean way -- just nice and gentle-like, since he's probably pretty delicate.

The second one is a Hairless G-Pig (AKA Guinea Pig). That's just crazy.

The third is a Hedgerow, obviously.

Fourth, a Batling.

Snowman on the Windowsill

I decided I could not let another winter pass without building at least one snowman. So I got home after work this evening, opened the window at the top of the stairs, and made this little guy on the windowsill overlooking my kitchen rooftop. As you can see, he's kind of small and a little rough around the edges, but he's pretty nice.

Here he is, peeking around the curtain and waving his hands in the air like he just don't care.

He was swearing like a sailor and letting the cold in, so I had to shut him outside.