|I feel ya Becky. All of Great Hestia’s Xanax won’t wash this
blood clean from my hand.
Things I should be doing:
1. Figuring out what to wear for Thanksgiving/hounding my mother to make sure there’s enough wine to get through this hellish event.
2. Reminding myself how to brine the turkey.
3. Making more crafts to peddle.
4. Starting holiday shopping and crafting.
5. Cleaning my house which is a disgusting mess.
6. Starting Etsy exclusive occulty/pagantastic crafts to be sold and received before Yule.
7. Writing a smutty short story for an anthology with a rapidly approaching deadline.
Things I’ve actually done:
1. Got a better price on my soap related materials
2. Made my
Xmas List of Demands
3. Made sure to fill out all my med related paperwork/obtain actual meds
4. Other Adult Paperwork Drudgery
5. Gotten dressed today (. . .yay?)
6. Made Thanksgiving shopping list
7. Will be baby sitting this evening for cash.
8. Realized with Jow that the thrift stores around here would require a v. intensive time investment and that we should realize who we are – middle class americans with aspirations of being French-Like (French-Lite?). We did manage to get a lovely little offering dish and offering chalice in our thrifting adventures as well as a little flower sculpture like my grandma used to collect for the ancestors altar. Oh! And this awesome framed hanging sculpture of a door knob with a lock and a key. Luckily for the rest though, there’s no shortage of stores more than happy to cater to our aspirations. We got all four of these for our elemental vessels and this candelabra for our offerings of light. We’re leaning towards this table for our altar which would mean we would need to use this chalk for any writing we need to do on it.
9. And of course I wander, even from just writing this but you have to understand, Jow and I deciding to work together magically has been a work in progress. We found that our Model UN discussions go better over afternoon tea at a restaurant because then we can’t flip tables or get into shouting matches and there’s no sharp objects. We have to laugh because generally speaking we get along nauseatingly well, we hardly ever fight but when it comes down to doing magic together I swear to the gods that it’s like always two seconds away from someone getting stabbed in hand. So you have to understand for us to even plot out what to buy /an outline of our rites together is like a peace treaty between two quarrelsome neighboring nations. But we’ve been working hard and I just emailed him the last piece of the puzzle and if he approves it we have our whole outline done. We’ve even agreed on our first bit of magic we’ll be doing. It’s something that will be special to us but it’s not, like, a revolutionary structure or anything (I don’t think), it’s just cobbling together stuff that we agree on. We will be calling it bonne magie because it’s french and made up and pretentious.
10. Spending a ridiculous time plotting my terrariums. You have to understand that artistic terrariums are like tiny worlds onto themselves that you get to reign over as god/dess king/queen. So if you’re a complete psycho control freak like myself and are crispy fried to the point that you are hiding from literally everyone and everything and need a place to put your crazy, spending an unseemly amount of time on plotting the most minute detail of these little worlds is a good way to decompress. If you would like to meander down my path of control freakiness, here is a good start. Even better I can totes justify this because (a) it’s going to be an integral part of building our Work room and (b) I’ve already gotten a commission request, just by blabbing about it on Facebook. Justified.