I will moan every single day that it’s too hot, I don’t care. I hate the heat, I hate summer. I hate feeling gross and I hate not being able to wear layers of comfy clothes and thick socks. I hate being sweaty, I hate feeling faint and I hate getting headaches constantly because I’m too hot.
I want cold foggy mornings, that autumn breeze and feeling snug all wrapped up. I want to be cold, I want to drink pumpkin spiced lattes by bonfires and toast marshmallows. I want the leaves to turn orange and to see halloween decorations on the shelves.
I used to wear a chainmail shirt to elementary school. The teachers never knew what to do about it because there was no section in our dress code forbidding medieval armor.
… Where does an elementary school child get access to an actual shirt of chainmail sized properly for them?
Growing up as a historical reenactor meant that my parents are friends with lots of people who make chainmail. My godsister received a real rapier in fourth or fifth grade, so our unsupervised outdoor playtime was… formative.
Night Flight from Mary and the Witch’s Flower- May 2018
I’m so proud of this piece because I put it together by ear, and it’s a song I’m really excited about.–You don’t hear dulcimers featured that often in music! Also, enjoy a cameo from my cat, Izumiko, in the background.
hammered dulcimers are my secret obsession. this is beautiful!!
yesterday i learned about a mythical creature called a squonk that lives in the hemlock forests of pennsylvania and is so ashamed of how it looks that it spends 80% of its time crying, only comes out at night, and if you corner it it will literally physically dissolve into a puddle of its own tears until you go away and if that’s not the most relatable thing i’ve ever heard idk what is
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