Tuesday, 27 September 2016
Early morning mist clearing over the hills, slowly revealing the neighbouring village in the distance. Gingerbread. The opportunity to wear my favourite Gryffindor scarf again. Closing chilly fingers around a mug of hot chocolate. The promise of Halloween. Everything's better when it's a bit witchy. Hazy sunshine and crisp winds. Stargazing. Film nights: The Addams Family, Dead Poets Society, 10 Things I Hate About You, The Breakfast Club, Fantastic Beasts, Perks of being a Wallflower. Knitwear. Sparklers. Pumpkin carving. Tea lights. Warming bowls of homemade soup. New playlists featuring old favourites: Death Cab, Anthony and the Johnsons, Nirvana. Caramel apples. Exercising without melting instantly. Warm pyjamas. Endless TV dramas. Peanut butter and jam on toast. Rereading Harry Potter. Spectacular sunsets. Extra blankets. Hibernating with a good book at every opportunity. Stepping outside and the first breath of cold morning air catching the back of my throat. Going back to University. New beginnings.
Friday, 23 September 2016
My surprise at being sorted into Gryffindor over Ravenclaw all those years ago still hasn't entirely disappeared. I'm probably somewhere in between the two and I think that's quite a nice place to reside.
Despite knowing nothing about Ilvermorny, during the sorting quiz I felt that same feeling of curiosity and excitement that I felt when I was sorted into my Hogwarts house. I'm a Thunderbird and I don't entirely know what that means, but I certainly feel an affinity with it. In some way. Somehow.
In years gone by, when asked what I thought my Patronus would be I would mutter something about a rabbit or perhaps an otter, but in truth I was never really sure. A rabbit would probably be too obvious. And I just think otters are cute. As you can see, I hadn't really given it that much thought. But somehow the selection of questions I happened to be asked on Pottermore at that particular time has managed to give me a Patronus that fits so perfectly I'm convinced it really can see into my soul.
I mean, horses can sleep standing up or lying down, and that's pretty much me right there. Also Ginny's Patronus is a horse and Ginny is nearly Jennie.
My mam's Patronus is a wood mouse, because you bet I wanted to know! It fits her perfectly and I have no doubt she would be able to fend off an army of dementors with her little wood mouse pal, they're not to be underestimated. I'm intrigued to see what my boyfriend's Patronus is once he's back from his little seaside jaunt. He's a Slytherin so perhaps he'll stay on brand and get some kind of snake. We'll see.
Are we housemates, or perhaps even Patronus pals?
Friday, 12 August 2016
It's only now I see that this is a lo-fi space. It's not a curated collection of finished pieces because nothing I'm working on is remotely close to being finished. And I can't curate my thoughts because when I try to do that, it's like putting the plug back in to a swirling whirlpool of water - nothing can leave and everything becomes still. Instead this is a place for everyday moments that together may seem insignificant, but actually they unite to form life. Things that happen. Thoughts. Dreams. Hopes. Goals. Things I've bought, which are very few and far between these days. Things I didn't buy, of which there are many. Things I like and those I don't. The highs, the lows, the things in the middle. It's all real life. And that's what this has to be.
And so here are a few words about my new glasses. My new, extortionately expensive glasses. I don't like to think about how much they cost AND they were half price because they talked me into joining the monthly contact lens scheme. But y'know, gotta invest in your vision. Slightly strange glasses are my favourite. After years of oversized black plastic frames, my aesthetic this time (until my eyes invariably get worse and I need a stronger prescription) is middle aged man meets Harry Potter. Middle aged Harry Potter. And, so far, I'm pretty pleased with my decision.