Vegas is home to a whole bunch of creepy crawlies, and I’m not just talking about the human kind. We have a plethora of black widows and brown recluses in our backyard.
The chickens used to eat them like nobody’s business. Since we traded the chickens for Marsh and Taco Truck the outdoor cats, we now have to have people come spray for these suckers.
Walk softly and in combat boots, friends!
You guys! YOU GUYS. Lillian Rose Asterios and her husband Merris do some of the most gorgeous artistic work that you’re going to find. I can’t tell you how breathless I am to see what they create and sell. Things like this:
Do you see those stunning earrings? They’re made from ethically collected butterflies who have already passed. I swoon. I mean, seriously. In fact, I just placed an order for a pair.
She also created this gorgeous coloriong book, available on Amazon.
Merris painted these:
Please take a minute to scour their Facebook pages and see what you’d like to purchase. Their work is wonderful! You can find Lillian’s work on her page, as well as Meriweather’s work on his.
I hope you find something that fills your soul while supporting artists. ❤
I set out to make Happy Family stir fry. I chose the right pepper.
The very cool John Brhel interviewed me in Cemetery Dance, where we discussed important things, like my apparent but not-so-realized fascination with animated unicorns.
It was a fun conversation done over Skype and then transcribed into text. If you have a second, come read about the first thing that truly terrified me.
He looked like this:
Can’t. Stop. Screaming. Anyway, enjoy!
I’m delighted to announce that I’ll being joining the impressive lineup in Where Nightmares Come From, edited by Eugene Johnson and Joe Mynhardt. Coming soon by Crystal Lake Publishing in Fall 2017. Hooray!
Join their Facebook page (Where Nightmares Come From: The Art Of Storytelling In The Horror Genre) for regular updates, sneak peeks, links, interviews, and more.
This makes me happy, and I hope you find it useful!
I was out thrifting and I fell in love with this beautiful mermaid doll.
Dolls don’t call to me. In fact, they make me nervous. I don’t like dolls, marionettes, and mannequins, really. They’re not people, but they try so hard to be. It’s deceptive. But this lady? She was meant to be mine.
I was joking with My Angry Ginger that this is how home possessions start. She was joking back until the doll’s eyelashes fluttered and it winked at her. Then she put the doll down and noped her way out of here.
I didn’t let it bother me. I started brushing and braiding the doll’s hair while humming.
Then I realized that I had braided her hair into a noose.
It’s a small touch but I’ve wanted them forever. After painting my cabinets white, I was looking for turquoise, shiny knobs to add a little pizazz to the place. Cue my father, who came and put them in for me. Thanks, Dad!
So perhaps they’re a bit loud, but we prefer the term “whimsical.” They sparkle in the sunlight, and the children think they’re the prettiest things they’ve ever seen. I can’t disagree.
So here’s to whimsy, and a touch of joy. More than that, here’s to finishing up a project that has been on my list for months! These knobs were just hanging out in the garage, and now we can enjoy them every day. What did you accomplish this month?
This is the tale of how I died.
It was in November, because I had just voted in the presidential election. This little window popped up at the top of my Facebook account saying, “We hope people who love Mercedes will find comfort in the things others share to remember and celebrate her life.”
Well. I guess I’m dead.
It was a massive glitch that affected quite a few people and Facebook fixed it shortly with an apology. Some people thought it was pretty funny. Others were horrified. I made sure that I called my parents and let them know everything was fine before the deluge of phone calls buried them. I interact with so many people online that if I’m gone for more than a day or two, I’m bombarded with so many well-meaning”Are you okay?” messages I can’t crawl out from under them.
Remember me fondly on Facebook, friends.
And she is GORGEOUS.
In This Point of Stillness is a limited edition He Said/She Said microfiction collaboration with Dustin LaValley, and I think it’s a beautiful thing. It’s such a pleasure to hold it in my hands!
Each story is quite short (as microfiction is) and they tend to twine together a bit. If you’re interested in your own copy before they sell out, you can order one here.
I’m so pleased with it! Eeeee!