Packin' My Bags and A-Leavin'

Hey Folks,

I'm moving.  Packing my bags and a-leaving, finally.  I'm uprooting myself from my native Los Angeles, CA for the wild grey yonder of Seattle, WA.

And knowing me, this will be my fate halfway there:

Avouer qu'on est perdu - Cumulonymbus

In other words, lost as a bat in broad daylight.

So, for about two weeks (give or take), I will probably be missing in action.  Rest assured, I will think about you all every single day.  There will be much weeping and shaking from withdrawal, but I will be brave about this.  It's not like we're breaking up.  It's...it's just a brief, necessary pause to start afresh.  In more ways than one.

When I come back, I promise to shower you with lots and lots of ridiculous attention.  You'll beg me to stop.

Hooray!

Thursday Shorts

His Liquid Grave - Meluseena

Mully was a sailor, born on the high, rough seas.
A scallywag, a pollywog, an unrepentant lout was he.
He drank, he gamed, he lied, he cursed,
He charmed the ladies with words unrehearsed.
All to forget a love he once courted,
To the sewers and seas, he finally consorted,
Young but bitter, he lived on a close shave,

Till alas, he lost his life to a liquid grave.

The Inevitable Etsy Cache

It was inevitable.  It's an Etsy world, and we just live in it.  I tried to resist an out-and-out Etsy post, but there are just so many wonderful little finds on that soul-absorbing site that I...I can't resist no mo'.

So, here are some of my top picks of the week!  Remember, my birthday is in March - but I'm not adverse to a little early gift-giving, iffen ye know what I mean.  

Books and air balloons.  I love books.  I love air balloons.

Come on, this is like a honeycomb to a bear!  

Speaking of bears...

A Monocled Bear.  And it's a brooch.

I want this gentlemanly beast climbing on my lapel

every. single. day.

Nerdy glasses on a string?

I'm not beyond a little kitsch.  

A watercolor of The Royal Mile in

Edinburgh, Scotland!!  Here's an extra exclamation point

to emphasize my love for this print - !  Brings back memories of

my lovely summer in Scotland. 

A Fiddlin' Kitty.  My dog would protest,

but I'm the Master of my own Universe!  

And some girlie vintage frames to match.

If you have any favorite sellers or items, let me know!  I'm always up for a little wallet-torture!

The Lost Children of the City

Inspired by the  Art of Sanya Glisic

Do you know where your children are?

The school bell chimes

But the yard is empty

Where have the children gone?

Hidden within the forest deep

Far beyond society's rubbish heap, 

Its burns, its fire

Its callous revelry, 

That leaves behind the wooded scar

Lies a marvel

Of dancing bears and

Balancing tumblers

Mighty buckets and

Tutu'd divers

Maidens fair and

Poisonous creatures

Cycling lions and

Lions cycling

Bull-headed men and

Balls of string

Men of steel and

Their companion true

They all await

To awe and amaze you

So don't delay

Your visit, if you may

The Weekend Is Upon Us

Enjoy the little moments.

Magnifying Glass by Salihagir

Birds of One Feather

Artist Unknown

Phineas woke up one Fall morning

To find the leaves turned brown and withered

He donned a sweater and a scarf

And human hands to keep him warm

At the wharf, he met a sage

Handless, hairless, and lined with age

"Fortune, fortune, will I read,"

Cried the sage, to mislead

Chirping and whirring with delight

Phineas agreed to pay any price

The sage raised his stumps, a dark, dark blight

And looked askance at Phineas, twice

"Fortune, fortune will I read,

For your warm mittens and a bead,"

The sage was sly, and Phineas simple

A devil's deal...if 'twere not for Kimpel

 Kimpel the Fisherman, young and wise

Had made a pledge to his mother dear

To protect the innocent from false scries

For to one, she lost her heart sincere

Throwing aside his fisher's creel,

A strong, firm hand did Kimpel use

To halt the lies, the steal, the deal

And stop a most unfortunate ruse

Cries and howls, unholy to hear

The sage let loose with a single tear

Phineas, simple and kind at heart

With his mittens did he gladly part

Alarmed by kindness, the sage did pause

As the cold shriveled the boy's poor claws

"Ye are good," the sage did say,

"I am changed, from this 'ere day."

Kimpel assessed and judged and nodded

Truth was told, redemption awarded

So the boy, the sage, and the fisherman together

Became fast friends, Birds of One Feather

Hiatus

Sorry, folks.  Just going through some personal trials right now.  Need to go on a little break to take care of some things.

 

 The Return of Vacation by Cetrobo

I promise to be back soon...energized, refreshed, and full of monstrous activity (raaawr).  When I come back, I shall eat you all!  Nom nom nom!