how about some triple monster action!
took me quite some fussing to show them all
took me quite some fussing to show them all
Scarves Scarf of the Day 2021 - Which Hermès scarf are you wearing today?
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She got into her car and began to drive, she was late for work again and was feeling a little stressed. The terrain began to change and the road disappeared. She started having to drive in hair pin turns, occasionally on just two wheels, and up staircases.
She was worried but thought “Well it is an SUV, I should be okay.” She kept driving, because she needed to get to the office. She headed up a steep incline, the engine chugging along, but starting to stall, when she realized the car was upside down...
She thought “Is this real, or am I dreaming?”, as the car started to fall.
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She was worried but thought “Well it is an SUV, I should be okay.” She kept driving, because she needed to get to the office. She headed up a steep incline, the engine chugging along, but starting to stall, when she realized the car was upside down...
She thought “Is this real, or am I dreaming?”, as the car started to fall.
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I love it!I'm afraid I'm all storied out, and back to straight forward...But I will share some pics from last night from Haunted House of Bunnycat...
Usually MrBC is lecturing or grading tests or something equally saintly, but since the 31st fell on a Sunday, I wrangled myself a helper for the evening.
Both of us donned spiders on our necks to up the "scary" factor. He sported a witchy hat and suffered a big furry tarantula tied around the neck, while I opted for the silk version with Flamboyant Web and a Sugar Skulll mask. This one now has Bunny's name on the forehead, since she left us last Halloween.
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I was ready and raring to get rid go the candy (before I could eat it....)
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My tiny pumpkin patch....
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Well done! RRRAAWWRRRR!!how about some triple monster action!
took me quite some fussing to show them all
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I love this poetical and nostalgic story, Redbirdhermes
You always wear bright colors beautifully but you also look great and so very elegant in black ! And your necklace is in perfect harmony with the story. Its pearly hues remind me of the sky at dawn or just after sundown. Well, such perfection and harmony leave me speechless !
another great look! I was convinced I did not need this one, but... am awaiting scarf mail.
Love this!
Very insightful, LKBNOLA, thank you! And what a celestial match with this scarf ring, too!
wow, great combination!how about some triple monster action!
took me quite some fussing to show them all
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love the graphics, Cookie!
SOTD today C'est la fête à Paris. Suitably dark...
You are so clever
Beautifully graphic silk, expertly styled (in what I think of as your signature tie)
I love this poetical and nostalgic story, Redbirdhermes
You always wear bright colors beautifully but you also look great and so very elegant in black ! And your necklace is in perfect harmony with the story. Its pearly hues remind me of the sky at dawn or just after sundown. Well, such perfection and harmony leave me speechless !
Thank you for the kind words, @LKBNOLA , @Cookiefiend , @bunnycat , @Marie-the-Mary , and @Agrume . And for all the likes about the Ghost Riders posts.
The pearls with the pink bandana are from Kojima Pearl. I just wanted to say that I truly cannot wear black next to my face. I look like death warmed over. But over the years I have discovered that a bright scarf next to the face can totally save the situation. So, I do purchase the occasional black top, but by far I favor bright colors. However, your compliments are much appreciated.
Thank you, Julide ! No, it is dark blue.Wonderful! Is your top black Agrume?
Brooding elegance !
Hi all! Was up late last night preparing for an all day deposition (just ended) and got inspired by my 4-year-old’s candy-induced nightmares! Freaked myself out but it was also a nice distraction. I never considered my Au Bout Du Monde to be particularly ominous before but there is a first time for everything!
A Halloween Tale:
There is a small town in the middle of nowhere. And in the middle of that town is a forest. And in the middle of that forest there is a lake with crystal blue waters and a well-maintained dock and a small wooden hut with a tightly-locked door.
The lake sits alone most days. But once in a while the lake gets a visitor, always by happenstance. And if you are that visitor, you may remark on the beauty of the lake, that perfect stillness, that crystal blue water. And you may even walk past the hut and step out onto the dock, marveling over the excellent condition of the wooden boards, the smooth pale wood and the lack of any creaks and groans. And you may sit on the edge of the dock, with your legs dangling in the air, and relax, letting the stresses that pile up over the course of a day bleed out of you slowly, infinitesimally, lulled by the gently lapping sound of the water.
Eventually, if you are like all others before you, a new awareness will dawn in your mind. An awareness that shines a light on details previously ignored by you, understandably, given the unexpected beauty of your surroundings.
With this awareness comes the realization that there are no people in the vicinity, no signs, garbage cans, or chairs. The knowledge that the quality of the silence permeating the air is not peaceful at all, but rather an oppressive absence of any sounds of life. A stark absence of birds or bugs or other animals. This awareness is a precursor to the awakening of other baser senses, the ones that if you’re lucky, you’ve never used before. The ones that cause the hair on your arm to rise, and the skin on back of your neck to prickle. An ominous feeling of foreboding fills you, and you’ll turn around only to find that the dock is long, much longer than you remember.
It is always at this moment that a person like you will get up and run, feet pounding down the dock as fast as possible to the shore and solid ground. And most people never stop running, leaving the clearing where the lake resides without ever looking back. Many simply return to their cars and drive off, distressed that some instinct imposed upon them to stop in a no name town, and to find such an eerie lake. To compensate, they’ll drive too fast and listen to music too loud or call a loved and force laughter one until that animal awareness recedes back into the depths of their subconscious once more. And when that happens, as it inevitably does, they won’t ever think of the strange lake again.
There are others who are intrigued enough to detour into the small town and enter into a store on the Main Street. Inevitably, these people will inquire about the lake in a vague way. And those that are lucky will happen upon a local resident willing to tell a story or tale. There are residents who hypothesize that the veil in between this world and others is a bit thinner around the lake. Others will mention ley lines. Still others will warn about monsters that lurk in those deep crystal waters, stories created to rationalize the disappearance of children who went missing long ago and whose faces are barely remembered beyond the sweet blond curls of babyhood. And from those conversations comes the comfortable realization of why the lake was devoid of people or any sign of human life, and with that assurance those folks will go on their merry way.
But one day there will be a person who happens upon the lake and who sits at the edge of the dock but will not get up. One day there will be a person who through ignorance or bravado or ego or pride ignores the subtle warnings that nature gives, who is blinded to the instinct that has driven away all others before them. And that person will not walk away, but will stay, spellbound by the beauty of the water.
I just hope that person isn’t you. Because what will become of that person, no one can say. But the lake is waiting for them.
Oh yes, the lake is waiting for them.
A Halloween Tale:
There is a small town in the middle of nowhere. And in the middle of that town is a forest. And in the middle of that forest there is a lake with crystal blue waters and a well-maintained dock and a small wooden hut with a tightly-locked door.
The lake sits alone most days. But once in a while the lake gets a visitor, always by happenstance. And if you are that visitor, you may remark on the beauty of the lake, that perfect stillness, that crystal blue water. And you may even walk past the hut and step out onto the dock, marveling over the excellent condition of the wooden boards, the smooth pale wood and the lack of any creaks and groans. And you may sit on the edge of the dock, with your legs dangling in the air, and relax, letting the stresses that pile up over the course of a day bleed out of you slowly, infinitesimally, lulled by the gently lapping sound of the water.
Eventually, if you are like all others before you, a new awareness will dawn in your mind. An awareness that shines a light on details previously ignored by you, understandably, given the unexpected beauty of your surroundings.
With this awareness comes the realization that there are no people in the vicinity, no signs, garbage cans, or chairs. The knowledge that the quality of the silence permeating the air is not peaceful at all, but rather an oppressive absence of any sounds of life. A stark absence of birds or bugs or other animals. This awareness is a precursor to the awakening of other baser senses, the ones that if you’re lucky, you’ve never used before. The ones that cause the hair on your arm to rise, and the skin on back of your neck to prickle. An ominous feeling of foreboding fills you, and you’ll turn around only to find that the dock is long, much longer than you remember.
It is always at this moment that a person like you will get up and run, feet pounding down the dock as fast as possible to the shore and solid ground. And most people never stop running, leaving the clearing where the lake resides without ever looking back. Many simply return to their cars and drive off, distressed that some instinct imposed upon them to stop in a no name town, and to find such an eerie lake. To compensate, they’ll drive too fast and listen to music too loud or call a loved and force laughter one until that animal awareness recedes back into the depths of their subconscious once more. And when that happens, as it inevitably does, they won’t ever think of the strange lake again.
There are others who are intrigued enough to detour into the small town and enter into a store on the Main Street. Inevitably, these people will inquire about the lake in a vague way. And those that are lucky will happen upon a local resident willing to tell a story or tale. There are residents who hypothesize that the veil in between this world and others is a bit thinner around the lake. Others will mention ley lines. Still others will warn about monsters that lurk in those deep crystal waters, stories created to rationalize the disappearance of children who went missing long ago and whose faces are barely remembered beyond the sweet blond curls of babyhood. And from those conversations comes the comfortable realization of why the lake was devoid of people or any sign of human life, and with that assurance those folks will go on their merry way.
But one day there will be a person who happens upon the lake and who sits at the edge of the dock but will not get up. One day there will be a person who through ignorance or bravado or ego or pride ignores the subtle warnings that nature gives, who is blinded to the instinct that has driven away all others before them. And that person will not walk away, but will stay, spellbound by the beauty of the water.
I just hope that person isn’t you. Because what will become of that person, no one can say. But the lake is waiting for them.
Oh yes, the lake is waiting for them.
This sounds like a dream I would have....Thank you!
Wonderfully brooding!!!
Perfectly scary story time!
(Au Boud du Mond, yes? In that deep petrol color way??)That’s right! And thanks!
Thank you!
Wonderfully brooding!!!
Perfectly scary story time!
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