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i was terribly sad so i baked some cookies and the fresh smell of them getting ready made my heart a little more warm. that's exactly that cookies are made for.
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Vaguely Spooky Grandmacore:
Colllections of teeth, bones and crystals
Weird drawers you aren’t allowed to open
Late night walks with a few cats that have never seemed to get any older
Far away from any sort of neighbors
Weird things put away into jars; snake sheds, dirt, and some weird black dust
Grandma’s eyesight was never good, but if you misplace something of hers it’ll always seem to materialize by her side.
The animals don’t make many sounds
I think she whispers to the plants and the bugs at night…
Black widow spiders aren’t hard to find around here, but they never seem to cause Grandma or her home any harm
No matter what phase the moon is in or how cloudy the sky is, Grandma’s house is always lit up with a soft glow from above
The clocks are all set at different times
The statues in the garden never seem to be in the same place they were the last time you saw them
Between the attic and Grandma’s little library there’s a tiny little door that has never opened, but at night you can hear it creaking
Are the doilies made of spider silk or lace
No matter when you wake up, Grandma’s always up beforehand, even in the wee hours of the morning.
Grandma says she watches the sunrise from the roof each morning, but there’s no way to get up there
Mom doesn’t remember anything feom her childhood, except for nonsensical goosey stories and fairy tales
Grandma swims the night away every full moon
She’s like a cat, that nocturnal woman
Books full of nonsense laguages, weird information about dirt and worms and… “necromancy for the modern gardener”
There is no internet, but Grandma is well informed
Cards that don’t seem like playing cards, they have funny pictures
Every time you come back to the house seems a different shape on the inside
The garden is a memorial to someone Grandma doesn’t speak of
Are those foxes screaming? Or something else…
Snails and caterpillars are always on the leaves of the vegetable garden even though there are no holes
In town, Grandma is always approached by people nobody recognizes. Its a small place, pretty far from any city but people come from all iver for whatever Grandma has in her jars.
The house always smells like rain
The porcelain dolls on top of the grand piano seem too familiar for comfort
VHS static is all you see on the television past 10:00
Is that strawberry mush or something more sinister on Grandma’s kitchen knife
“Every flower has a meaning and a purpose.” you often hear Grandma saying. But she never really says what she means
The house cats sometimes walk all together in straight lines, determined to get somewhere as a group
Field mice either conspire with the cats, or wind up dead on the porch
Grandma never says where she puts the poor deceased things
Oil lamps and candles turn the house into something akin to the fairy lanterns out back
Some nights Grandma dresses up in silver velvet and slow dances alone in her garden, singing the whole time
The animals never bother with Grandma when she gets like that, so I make sure not to either
Theres an endless supply of all your favorite foods
The animals don’t take kindly to people nearby, but they’ve always had a soft spot for us kids
Long hours go by where Grandma just lays in the hammock by a cherub statue, reading aloud to it
Grandma keeps watch over the tadpoles in the stream, the frogs don’t seem to mind as long as she’s the one touching their babies
At night you can hear a hum in the garden. Is it music, or nature? You never get the answer
Moonlight Sonata is played on the piano in the dining room more often than not
There are photoalbums filled with photos and mementos from someone you’ve never seen before
You can’t remember ever having a Grandpa
There’s so many old victorian portraits on the walls. Grandma says its important to honor the dead
Even though there are no hunters in the family, stuffed animals are placed throughout the house. They all seem to be alive somehow
When you finally start packing to go home, you leave with bits of pretty things or old photographs Grandma snuck into your suitcase as unspoken gifts
If you watch the house as you drive away from it and all its quirks, it never seems to get smaller, like it disappears into the woods the second you blink
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bread but aesthetic
(done by @ blondieandrye on instagram!)
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potato-preparing the nibs
this process to prepare nibs basically removes the protective layer of oil from the calligraphy nibs. the oil causes the ink to not flow properly, so you make this potato satellite.
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