If you read my flashing lament, then you know The Death of Cameras (not to be confused with The Death of Rats) claimed my beloved old flasher. But let’s speak (type?) of sadness no more. This is a pick-me-up post. I took the photos and wrote this entry right after I lost a bunch of writing. These gifts made me smile… and kept me from murdering my laptop. So picture the images as clear as the ones my camera dearest used to shoot, all right?
This golden mirror is a gift from Yvonne, of Winter Moon.
She was probably reading my mind,
since I’ve been redoing my altar and needed a wee looking glass.
The newest addition to my I-love-red-and-black-theme
are a purchase from Winter Moon.
I fell in love with these dominoes the moment I saw them.
Don’t they look perfect sitting on my grenade box?
Yvonne’s picture is much better than mine *sniff, sniff*
Can you see that wee mini-book in front of the other mini-book?
That’s a copy of “The Raven”, by Edgar Allan Poe.
No, I did not get the book from Poe, but from Emma,
lady and mistress of Little Gothic Horrors
It’s so cute that it makes me giggle every time I see it *giggles*.
If the candlelight didn’t blind you, then look to the right of the blaze.
See it? That stone toadstool, toad included, is a gift from my Eliora.
She knows things…
I would tell you what’s inside this dreamcatcher bag,
which I also got from Eliora;
but if I told you… then I wouldn’t have any secrets.
You probably thought I would have to kill you, didn’t you?
Well, there is that bit of unpleasantness, too.
Contact, by Magic Love Crow,
is a wedding present from my Stacy.
It sits right above my altar. Yep, I love it that much.
The lovebirds came accompanied
by one of Stacy’s newest, cutest and totally awesome Crow Gals
(I’m too ashamed to show the image my phone is trying to pass as a photo,
so below is Stacy’s picture. It comes with a cute finger and everything…
so it’s obviously better).
This little witch, from PlayfulDead Creationz,
is not a new gift. But the other day, at about 3:00 am,
I noticed that her little witchy eyes glow in the dark.
And that, my Wicked Luvs, was freaking new!
She is also sporting a new bracelet gone choker *waves at Debi and Lori*
I’m sharing this to say thank you to the givers of the yum. But that isn’t the main purpose (I’m selfish like that). I’m showing these gifts to you because I love sharing the best things in my life (um… no, I’m not giving away my stuff; selfish, remember?). What I’m sharing is the reason behind the post: when life seems too tough, look around… there is so much to smile about. If that fails, find a book with The Death of Rats in it. I’m almost certain it will make you squeak.
In case anyone is wondering about The Death of Rats… (“Squeak!”)
imagined into The Discworld, by Terry Pratchett
sculpted to bone and, um… tunic, by Smaggers