Cool Monday
Good morning everyone, look what I came across the other day. No, not for me, I brought it to the attention of someone else who was delighted. Her husband explained, she had one rooms with wall to wall villages, all for the month of December. Yes, it was kept out all year, there was too much of it to put away each year only to be taken out again in a few months. Her happiness at this find was INFECTIOUS.
I happily went on my way towards the area I wanted to check out. But it was a good reminder on how another person’s happiness can have such a positive effect on others. Everyone around got into the “spirit” as she told us about her Christmas room. Meanwhile for me it was back to the search for items to work into my fright journal. –smiles— just thinking about the black soot pages, splattering of dried blood, and other fiendish fun things I can find.
To each one’s own…. pleasures be… and happily for me, I delight in the décor and fun of Hallow’s eve…. pour me another ! coffin- tender… stale black coffee with a lot of ice….make sure it is cold enough to turn my fingers blue…and I’ll thank you with a wink from my stitched and bleeding eye, if you are quick about it, I will tip you with a 1000 year old egg.
oh dear, oh dear, I think the fresh air is too intoxicating for me
Have a screeching fun day.
ON a serious note..Service is at 10 tomorrow... {Ancestors Day ceremony} by then, we hope to have tamed the brat in me.
Remember spread happiness today and always.
Once more I saw the open doorway, showing me the path to the other side, this time I dared to wander closer.
Good evening dear friends
For dessert I played in my studio, starting a new page in my October junk journal. For some unknown reason to me, I enjoy the fun of October. This is my second ‘art’ journal dedicated to the silliness of witches, bats and things that go bump in the night. Non fattening too.
The last few nights I have had the strangest dreams.. Well .. really if I think about it, they are not all that strange, the themes in most of my dreams are multi-coloured and always, I seem to be drifting from one “act” to another…usually I’m in the same locations, but the back drops are different. Players change in appearances but in the long and short of it all, they bear similar personalities to the actors I’ve interacted with in the past.
