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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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Sending Christmas Cards!

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An absolute beauty

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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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(via Ravelry: craftzone’s Harlequin)

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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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Shepherd dog, solves the traffic problem

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Have a goat

(via ???)

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ISSEY MIYAKE Berry Mini Bag