I think I might actually be from Innsmouth.

I dunno, there's something about standing on the beach at night.

The Innsmouth Familiar

I decided to buy a fish.

His name is Henry. Why?

This is why.

(Hey, you know who else loves apples...? Damn right.)

H is for Home

This post for the Pagan Blog Project.

I don't know if it's because I'm a Libra, or because of how my mother brought us up, but how my home looks is very important to me.

That's not to say I need fancy furniture or Oriental rugs - although nice furniture is a bonus - but I need my home to feel just like that: a home. I need it to feel safe and welcoming, not just for me but for any guests I may have. I strive to keep everything tidy on a physical and magical level, and to fill my space with things that create a comfortable atmosphere even if there is witchy shit in every corner.

As I write this, a warm storm has picked up outside. It's raining, and the wind is pushing my wooden blinds away from the windows. Inside, I am surrounded by candlelight; I smell beeswax and faint sandlewood.

It's good to be home.

The Book of the Dead

The Necronomicon.

The Innsmouth Look.

Show pictures to come - hopefully soon.

May Day!

Oh hai, neglected blog! Where have I been? Why, helping with An Evening With Professor Byron Price, mostly.

Tonight I have finished making the Necronomicon and Professor Byron's burnt journal. I'm about to finish the travelling medicine case, and I've already cut Voodoo's possession song. (Which is this, if you were curious.)

I am on a motherfuckin roll. Pictures to come.