There’s a kid. A little boy. In the middle of the night he wakes up, hears a bump, somewhere in his room. The floor is creaking. He looks at the alarm clock, 1:00am.
The creaking moves. It can be pinpointed to his walk-in wardrobe. The boy, in his yellow Batman pajamas creeps up to the wardrobe door, and opens it.
There’s no usual mess of clothes and books. Only darkness and faces. Lots of faces.
Will he dive into the Screaming Dimension or scream and run to Mommy?
Fine. In my head the Doctor comes and saves him. But the boy does dive first.
I stared at this mani after I did it for a while and there’s so many elements to be found. I created it simply because I craved some loud creepiness and green, it wasn’t directly inspired by anything but colours really. But once you think about it, it might be more, patterns creeping somewhere in my mind.
I love me some Munch and I didn’t even mind when Moffat got inspired by it and incorporated some of the elements into The Silence. Any Whovians out there? Isn’t The Silence just perfect?
This mani made my dad (who never notices anything) ask whether it was stickers on my nails or something else, ready-bought. He was sure we were pulling his leg when I said it was polish-only.
To me, it is so perfectly Samhein-like and vividly beautiful, like you could see those shapes in the flames of a bonfire.
In other news, I’m doing loads of physiotherapy for my broken foot, and I’m hurting because of it, but it feels good to be moving a bit more again.
My calf is hilarious, (my muscles have atrophied, TMI?) and the pair of them, my calves are so different, it’s ridiculous. I knew it’d happen, but it’s still shocking.
Since I’ve been confined to the four, green walls of my room, I’ve been reading, reading and reading. To break THAT routine, I’ve been watching some, too. I finally got around to The Office (yes. Yes. yes.) and been trying out some of the fall premieres.
I implore you, if you haven’t yet, watch the first episode of Reign. It’s SO delightfully historically inaccurate, it’s incredible. If you haven’t heard of it, it (is trying to) tells the story of Mary, Queen of Scots (in 1557 France). After watching the first 30 or so seconds it becomes clear it’s not going to be a thought provoking piece, one that belongs to the history channel. There’s Nostradamus (who definitely was Catherine Medici’s counselor and equally definitely was NOT a rugged hunk of a man while advising at the Royal Court) in a pretty, artsy and bloody scene.
But the DRESSES, oh those dresses. I applied to Reign what I like to apply whenever necessary for enjoying such pieces – an attitude of suspended disbelief. I simply assume it’s a curious mix of science fiction and fantasy, which poses as history. In the case of clothing in Reign that suspended disbelief gets viciously ATTACKED by the designs. I couldn’t keep it up. The final nail to its coffin was young Queen Mary wearing an haute-couture dress, with bare arms and a see-through front. It was a beautiful, black designer dress. It was also so anachronic, than my suspended disbelief lost the battle and sat in the corner, weeping quetly.
I am determined though to win the war and watch the next episode, because there was two highlights to the pilot. First, and huge surprise: gorgeous music. (listening to Twin Forks on repeat while writing this post) Yes, it’s pop, folky, bluegrassy music. As in, not from the XVI century. But it’s my kind of sound and it clashes gorgeously with the Royal Court in (ok, supposedly) 1557 and I thought it was a brilliant idea. Second, the (historically non-existent) bastard son, Bash. I want to see whether that green-eyed actor can do something else than brooding/staring intensely at stuff while brooding.
So, I’ve been coaxing my suspended disbelief to join the party since last Saturday, using various temptations, such as that frozen almond Daim tart. Come on, Lovely. I hope it comes outta that corner soon, because I haven’t be able to watch Hart of Dixie without it. I need my SD in high gear, not curled up in a ball, to get past the acting, the acting of Rachel Bilson and the very real chirpiness of Alabama and just focus on the funny of, well, the acting, the acting of Rachel Bilson and how on earth do these people get cast.
Come to think of it, maybe it should stay in that cosy corner, I’ll just focus on awesome stuff, like Mindy Kaling’s Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me, The Lollipop Shoes and getting reacquainted with the love of the 15-year old me – Klimt.
Stamping plate QA52 from Born Pretty Store, got my order a few day ago, and I’m excited to keep trying them out.
Breaking a metatarsal is awful (in case you were considering it). But it does give you time to obsess over stuff way more than with an unbroken one.