These Winter Days so Few Behind

Looking outside is risking going snowblind as far as I'm concerned. There's all the snow and then the bright, bright sun glinting off it so that the whole world turns sparkling, glittering and just radiating white so much that it makes your eyes hurt. Even through the blinds it makes my eyes hurt to look at it. It's pretty so long as you don't have to go outside ion it. Once you set a foot outside you start to realize the deadly seriousness of it all. Snow and ice and cold, cold temperatures all combine to form a sort of alliance against warm life. I don't mind so awful much not being able to go out over the weekend, but it does get tiresome. I mean, I suppose I could go out. It's probably drivable, but I don't feel like bothering until I have to. I have food and chores to do. I have ample amounts of things to do, but I'm not doing them. It gets cold, and I tend to just stay on the couch, huddled under blankets and watching the telly with spurts of laundry or baking to break up the monotony. It doesn't help that the cold makes my hands hurt more so I tend to shy away from crochet and things of that nature, though I do have a dragon I need to finish up. I've run into a bit of a snag with the pattern where the tail is looking disproportionate to the body so I'm not sure about how it's all going to fit together.

Thankfully the upstairs neighbors have turned down Mamma Mia so I no longer have to listen to the strains of ABBA drifting through the ceiling at me.

I know, I know. Random updates. I've been verbose lately. It's likely better than when I go for long spans without saying anything at all, though, yes?

These Winter Days so Few Behind

Looking outside is risking going snowblind as far as I'm concerned. There's all the snow and then the bright, bright sun glinting off it so that the whole world turns sparkling, glittering and just radiating white so much that it makes your eyes hurt. Even through the blinds it makes my eyes hurt to look at it. It's pretty so long as you don't have to go outside ion it. Once you set a foot outside you start to realize the deadly seriousness of it all. Snow and ice and cold, cold temperatures all combine to form a sort of alliance against warm life. I don't mind so awful much not being able to go out over the weekend, but it does get tiresome. I mean, I suppose I could go out. It's probably drivable, but I don't feel like bothering until I have to. I have food and chores to do. I have ample amounts of things to do, but I'm not doing them. It gets cold, and I tend to just stay on the couch, huddled under blankets and watching the telly with spurts of laundry or baking to break up the monotony. It doesn't help that the cold makes my hands hurt more so I tend to shy away from crochet and things of that nature, though I do have a dragon I need to finish up. I've run into a bit of a snag with the pattern where the tail is looking disproportionate to the body so I'm not sure about how it's all going to fit together.

Thankfully the upstairs neighbors have turned down Mamma Mia so I no longer have to listen to the strains of ABBA drifting through the ceiling at me.

I know, I know. Random updates. I've been verbose lately. It's likely better than when I go for long spans without saying anything at all, though, yes?

If You Go Out in the Woods

Have you ever wondered why they suggest that you go in disguise if you go into the woods on the day the Teddy bears have their picnic? Could if be because of the fact that said Teddy bears are a bloodthirsty, ravenous lot who would just as soon rip your throat out and feed on your intestines as look at you. These are the sort of things I think about. Perhaps you should be slightly worried.

It may also mean that I've read too much Angela Carter.

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This is not a PSA, but it Might Count as Enabling

I've been promising updated pictures of my Glamourkin collection for a while now so I finally remembered to pull them out and grab my camera and go. Most of the pictures aren't that good, but you'll still be able to get an idea of the extent of the collection. The wall pendant I bought isn't showcased. I'll have to do that next round.

( Pictures under the cut because otherwise you're all going to beat me )

Now I feel like I need a Glamourkin icon.

ETA: I went ahead and made an icon out of the custom Glamourkin I had done with the name of my NaNo novel on it. It's probably my favorite of the whole bunch.

This is not a PSA, but it Might Count as Enabling

I've been promising updated pictures of my Glamourkin collection for a while now so I finally remembered to pull them out and grab my camera and go. Most of the pictures aren't that good, but you'll still be able to get an idea of the extent of the collection. The wall pendant I bought isn't showcased. I'll have to do that next round.

( Pictures under the cut because otherwise you're all going to beat me )

Now I feel like I need a Glamourkin icon.