Yuletide Youtube: Tuesday Make-it
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valarltdSounds of the Season:
Segueing from pagan Solstice into Christmas, with one of the more pagan Christmas carol videos.
Merry Moments:
Tuesday make-it, last minute ideas:
If you have crocheters on your list, comfort handles made of polymer clay are a wonderful stocking stuffer. You can do them single color, or swirl, or if you're creative, and you have geek, a wand or lightsaber handle. Use aluminum hooks, because they can be baked. The wand works very well, if you make the lumps and bumps to fit the hand. Be sure to leave the hook side uncovered so they know what they're using!
Scribble cookies! When you have a bajillion broken crayons, drop them in a shaped pan and bake at 250 for about 10 minutes. You will have to freeze the pan to get the cookies out. Makes a great stocking stuffer.
Story time:
From "Where All Light Fades" by Jonathan Cromack
ebook: https://squareup.com/market/inkstained-succcubus/winter-shivers-pre-order
paperback https://squareup.com/market/inkstained-succcubus/winter-shivers-paperback-preorder
10% discount if you order from the Square website
Amazon
Among the crumbling stone buildings, blackened chimneys and ghostly white spoil heaps of the old Snailbeach mining village, stands a tall wooden structure, like a gibbet astride a dark circular void which plunges deep into the mine. A winding cable looped over a narrow iron wheel at the pinnacle suspends a large rectangular cage which macabrely compliments the gibbet. From this Pit-Head Winding-Frame - over a century ago, men would descend deep into the earth to carve out lead-ore. Around that time, this structure bore witness to a horrifying industrial accident.
March 2013
A loose bunch of amber roses are thrown over an iron grille which now covers the circular pit. Some of the budding flowers fall through the gaps and disappear; others are blown to one side by the chill, hillside wind.
As she watches, the woman gathers the lapels of her woolen overcoat about her neck for warmth. She is handsome and holds herself tall in an outward show of self-confidence. She brushes a gloved hand over her long blond hair, now streaked with grey and tussled by the breeze. The woman sinks down to one knee and gazes, with sadness, into the black depths of the shaft. A tear slowly forms in the corner of her eye which she wipes away with the back of her hand. Her thoughts drift back to a day, thirty years ago.
March 1983
"So what happened? It's all ruins, like an abandoned plague village or something." Thelma obviously wasn’t a happy bunny, which wasn't unusual.
The three girls came to a flatter section of the valley and squinted up at the tall chimney stack protruding defiantly from the evergreen mass far above.
“They abandoned the mine years ago," said Mary as they began to walk on again, "then, they let it flood."
"You actually looked this up then?" asked Thelma with mock surprise as she tucked a lock of dark hair behind her ear.
"Yes!" said Mary defensively. "I told you. I have historical family connections."
Both Thelma and Liz smirked to themselves, though independently of each other.
As the trio continued in a single line, Liz slipped on her Ray Bans, despite the gloom and grinned teasingly. "You two ghouls may be at home up here but..."
"Oh come on Liz!" protested Mary, growing impatient. "Wouldn't either of you two want to find out about where your blood comes from?"
"Doesn't bother me." said Thelma dismissively. "What difference does it make?"
Mary chewed on her lip. "I've had a feeling about this place for a long time, a bit like when you see a spider in the bathroom-you're scared, but at the same time drawn to it." Mary paused before continuing. "My great-grandfather never received his birthday card. He disappeared only the day before. That's such a shame, don't you think?"
Segueing from pagan Solstice into Christmas, with one of the more pagan Christmas carol videos.
Merry Moments:
Tuesday make-it, last minute ideas:
If you have crocheters on your list, comfort handles made of polymer clay are a wonderful stocking stuffer. You can do them single color, or swirl, or if you're creative, and you have geek, a wand or lightsaber handle. Use aluminum hooks, because they can be baked. The wand works very well, if you make the lumps and bumps to fit the hand. Be sure to leave the hook side uncovered so they know what they're using!
Scribble cookies! When you have a bajillion broken crayons, drop them in a shaped pan and bake at 250 for about 10 minutes. You will have to freeze the pan to get the cookies out. Makes a great stocking stuffer.
Story time:
From "Where All Light Fades" by Jonathan Cromack
ebook: https://squareup.com/market/inkstained-succcubus/winter-shivers-pre-order
paperback https://squareup.com/market/inkstained-succcubus/winter-shivers-paperback-preorder
10% discount if you order from the Square website
Amazon
Among the crumbling stone buildings, blackened chimneys and ghostly white spoil heaps of the old Snailbeach mining village, stands a tall wooden structure, like a gibbet astride a dark circular void which plunges deep into the mine. A winding cable looped over a narrow iron wheel at the pinnacle suspends a large rectangular cage which macabrely compliments the gibbet. From this Pit-Head Winding-Frame - over a century ago, men would descend deep into the earth to carve out lead-ore. Around that time, this structure bore witness to a horrifying industrial accident.
March 2013
A loose bunch of amber roses are thrown over an iron grille which now covers the circular pit. Some of the budding flowers fall through the gaps and disappear; others are blown to one side by the chill, hillside wind.
As she watches, the woman gathers the lapels of her woolen overcoat about her neck for warmth. She is handsome and holds herself tall in an outward show of self-confidence. She brushes a gloved hand over her long blond hair, now streaked with grey and tussled by the breeze. The woman sinks down to one knee and gazes, with sadness, into the black depths of the shaft. A tear slowly forms in the corner of her eye which she wipes away with the back of her hand. Her thoughts drift back to a day, thirty years ago.
March 1983
"So what happened? It's all ruins, like an abandoned plague village or something." Thelma obviously wasn’t a happy bunny, which wasn't unusual.
The three girls came to a flatter section of the valley and squinted up at the tall chimney stack protruding defiantly from the evergreen mass far above.
“They abandoned the mine years ago," said Mary as they began to walk on again, "then, they let it flood."
"You actually looked this up then?" asked Thelma with mock surprise as she tucked a lock of dark hair behind her ear.
"Yes!" said Mary defensively. "I told you. I have historical family connections."
Both Thelma and Liz smirked to themselves, though independently of each other.
As the trio continued in a single line, Liz slipped on her Ray Bans, despite the gloom and grinned teasingly. "You two ghouls may be at home up here but..."
"Oh come on Liz!" protested Mary, growing impatient. "Wouldn't either of you two want to find out about where your blood comes from?"
"Doesn't bother me." said Thelma dismissively. "What difference does it make?"
Mary chewed on her lip. "I've had a feeling about this place for a long time, a bit like when you see a spider in the bathroom-you're scared, but at the same time drawn to it." Mary paused before continuing. "My great-grandfather never received his birthday card. He disappeared only the day before. That's such a shame, don't you think?"
