Month: December 2017

A Very Shiny Tradition, Part V: A Vitreous Lunch, With Some Guests.

All of this glass-gazing and boosting Sigyn up and down have given me an appetite.  All of these fruity paperweights aren’t helping.  Look at all of them!

Apples and pears.


A cluster of…something.


Ooh!  And Sigyn’s favorites–strawberries!


Don’t eat the green ones. They’re not ripe yet.

Our repast has drawn the attention of some critters (none of whom are vegetarians, but whatever.)

This dragonfly has lacy wings,


but I think there’s something wrong with his eyes

Hey, this one looks a little like Flannel Cat.


Oh, now we’re talking!  Look at this venomous little beauty!


And more examples of ophidian pulchritude!


I very much like the spotted one!

And if you look very closely, there’s a little feathery friend for Sigyn here:


Let’s make sure he doesn’t end up in the same case as the cat.  It looks a little hungry

Well, my dear, did you have a good trip to the museum?  You did?  I’m so glad.  Happy Yule, little one.

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A Very Shiny Tradition, Part IV: I See a Little Silhouetto

This exhibit is sorted by them or type.  Here’s a whole case full of paperweights that have silhouettes in them.

silhouette display

Look, Sigyn!  We can play “I Spy.”

I spy, with my little eye, a weiner dog and two little chickens…


Some of the shapes are easily recognizable.  Like this long-tailed tree rat.


Or this pelican fellow:


The sign says this one is a goat.  Sigyn says it’s a giraffe with short legs.  Either way, the critter has righteous horns. Two thumbs way up!


This one is supposed to be a horse.  I don’t see it…


Sleipnir’s fetlocks!  Now I do! The one in the middle is not a silhouette.  It’s a face-on view of a horse with a white blaze.  But what are all the other little shapes?

Perhaps I should bypass the alarm and take some of the more problematic ones home with me to puzzle over at leisure.  Sigyn, which one do you want?

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A Very Shiny Tradition, Part III: A Glass Garden

In the last case, we saw a paperweight that had a lamp-work flower in the middle of the little flowery cut canes.  Here’s another one.


And another.


It’s obvious the human female did NOT get a new camera for yule.

Some of the flowers are sort of…generic.  Take this white one:


That could be almost anything.

But quite a few of the paperweights on display have flowers so perfectly wrought that Sigyn can tell what they are meant to be!

There’s a waterlily…


And some violets… (Thanks for boosting Sigyn up, mortal.)


An orchid…


A morning glory —-with a bonus butterfly!


A maybe a quince?  Or a peony?



Or is this the quince???


An I’m not sure WHAT this one is.


(Fine, maybe they’re not all botanically correct.)

Roses seem to be well-represented.


And then there are a number of bouquets.  Sigyn likes this one because of the blue Veronica flowers.


The detailon some of these vitreous nosegays is amazing.


Sigyn says they look real enough to smell.  Know what they smell like Sigyn?


Silicon dioxide with traces of impurities. 

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A Very Shiny Tradition, Part II: I Don’t Know Who Millie Is, But She Has Lots of Flowers

Not all of the paperweights are holiday-themed.  There are a number of the Millie fiori sort.  Sigyn is just fascinated by all the little flowery slices.


I have seen candy that looks like those.  But again, Sigyn, these are not for eating.

millefiori flowers

How did they get all of those in there??

This one has all the flowers in a basket.


This is what it looks like from above.


Sigyn really likes this one.  She says the hearts and pansies would be good for Valentine’s Day.  (We might have to come back and look at this again.)


This one has a lamp-work flower in the middle of the tiny flowers.


Ehehehehe!  Looks like someone just swept up all the bits and schnibbles after making all the other paperweights and jammed them all in one big blob.


Probably what it would look like if the human female tried her hand at this…

More to come!

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A Very Shiny Tradition, Part I: Seasonal Sparklies

Sigyn and I have a little Yule tradition of our own.  Rather than exchanging gifts, we like to go to a museum as a special treat.  Sigyn is a huge fan of glass paperweights, and one of the art museums on campus has a collection that they rotate through the display cases, so that is where we usually end up.

And here we are!  Look Sigyn, the whole glass area of the museum is paperweights this time!  We’ve hit the paperweight motherlode!


Some of these look like very fancy candy, don’t they, Sigyn?  Pepperminty!


I wouldn’t recommend licking one, though.

The tag on this one says it’s a dahlia flower, but it looks plenty poinsettiaty to me.


Ooo!  Look at this green one!  It’s all sharp edges.  I like it.


They say this one is lei-style, with all the little flowery bits in lines.


Sigyn thinks it looks like ribbon candy.  She’s not wrong!  (Still wouldn’t lick it, though.)

Oh, and I guess if you don’t celebrate yule, this one might be for you.


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Walking in a Winter Wonderland

Sleighbells ring, are you listening?  In the lane, snow is glistening.


A beautiful sight, we’re happy tonight, walking in a winter wonderland.

In the meadow we can build a snowman, and pretend that he is Parson Brown.


He’ll say, “Are you married?”  We’ll say, “No, man.”


“But you can do the job when you’re in town.”

Later on, elf’s flat tire…


A little help… is required.


It’s fixed so my girl can go for a whirl,

Riding in a winter wonderland!

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Music and Mischief

The humans are creatures of habit.  Each year about this time, they like to attend a concert at one of the local churches.  Now, being a Norse god, I’m usually not welcome in a church, but sometimes, when I absolutely promise to “sit there and shut up” (the human female’s words, not mine), sometimes they let me attend, just for the music.

Look at all the music-makers.


You’ll never find the human female’s name on something like this.  Don’t nobody want to hear that one sing.

After the concert, there is always a little recept-together in the parish hall.  The human female, who has had a cough and a scratchy throat since October, has made a beeline for the water.


I got there first.   Ehehehe.

Now she’s filled up her plate with goodies .


Please tell me that is not a big cockroach!

Oh.  I see.  Sigyn says that is something called a date.  That is all well and good, but someone else has to taste it first.   Looks like she also has some pumpkin bread and a bit of cake.

Mmmm.  It’s a lovely, boozy rum cake.  Loki approves.

Now, what is this?  The human female saw it when she went through the comestible line the first time.  She thought it was bread pudding and was about to take a great, big spoonful of it, when someone told her it was baked brie cheese with fruit, which she loathes with the passion of a thousand burning suns, fruit or no fruit.


But now one of her friends has tried some and says it is some sort of eggy custardy thing.   So now she’s served herself some and is eating it.

And making hideous faces.  Apparently there’s more than a hint of brie about it after all.  Ehehehe!  Now she’s back at the treat table, looking for something to take the taste out of her mouth!

Got what I wanted for Yule.

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A Yule Celebration, Part II: Easy Come, Easy Go

It appears that is now time for another strange Midgardian Yule tradition, the scrambling of the gifts.  The humans have made a game out of it — each participating person brings a gift and draws a number out of a hat (or other suitable receptacle).  The person who has number “1” can choose to open any of the gifts.  The next person may either choose a gift of his own or STEAL the gift person number 1 has.  If person number 1’s gift is stolen, person number 1 has to open a new gift.  It proceeds from there, with each new person either opening one of the remaining gifts or STEALING from a previous person, the only stipulations being that one cannot steal back what was just stolen, and no gift may be stolen more than twice.

Stealing.  I like it!

Some of the gifts are silly.  Some are rather nice.  Each person tries to provide the most sought-after gift and to acquire–and hold onto!–the item of their heart’s desire.

The human female and male have drawn a low number, which does not bode well.  They won’t have seen most of what is on offer by the time their turn comes…


It’s their turn!  Well, this isn’t too bad.  It’s a gift card for a highly-touted eatery.


The humans have been looking forward to the semester break, when all the students go home and it is actually possible to get a spot in a local restaurant.

But where’s the fun in that?  I have suggested to someone with a higher number that a little pizza sounds really good, so there goes the pizza card!

The humans have opened another gift.  Oh, too bad!  It’s an insulated travel mug!


They already have a bunch of those.  Now, if they want to get something better, they’ll have to praise its merits and hope someone steals it.

Success!  Someone has relieved them of the mug.  Here’s their third try at a really stupendous gift.


Oh, this is more like!  A gift card to the local cinema, so they can indulge themselves with whatever block-buster is currently playing.  Also included is this tartan, antler-bearing member of the Artiodactyla bedecked with a cozy muffler.


Sigyn is in love.

But I can’t let the humans hang onto a such a good present!  Everyone here is keenly interested and has dubbed it the Star Wars card.  It has been stolen almost immediately.

So now they are on their fourth gift.  I have steered them to a bag which has proven to contain this.  It’s a game of some sort.


A sort of gaudy, knock-off version of a game the human male already has (acquired, no doubt in a previous gift scramble).  Yay.

Oh, and just to up the mischief quota, I’ve seen to it that the gift bag also includes chocolate, which neither of them can eat!  Ehehehehe!


Look at all that peppermint deliciousness that they’ll have to give away.


Meanwhile, the Star Wars card has been stolen from the previous stealer by the parish pastor.

There are only a few packages left.  One is the one wrapped by the human female.  Looks like no one wants her twee little kittens.


What?  The game’s over?  The humans are STUCK with the game and the chocolate.   I love it when my plans work.

But, since I am not a heartless creature, but am always thinking of my beloved and her happiness, I have brokered an exchange with the priest, convincing him that peppermint chocolate is a good thing and that plaid reindeer are a huge bother.

Looks like the natty little cervid will be coming home with us after all.


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A Yule Celebration, Part I: Let the Merriment Begin!

Humans have many strange traditions concerning the proper celebration of Yule.  For example, they will go out of their way to plan a party with their work compatriots, so that they can spend another two or three hours in the company of those they have just spent eight hours with.

Apparently the presence of food, beverages, and inexpensive, possibly-cringeworthy gifts makes this all right.

Sigyn and I have tagged along tonight.  This particular get-together is being held in the upstairs of a local pizzeria.  Three guesses what the party fare will be!

We are early.  That is to say, we are on time, and ‘most everyone else is fashionably late. (I have never understood that expression, as the guests arriving late seem to be no more glamorously attired than those who were punctual.  Whatever.  Sigyn and I are here at the appointed time, and we look Fabulous.)

While we wait to assemble a Party Quorum, we have been urged to sample some munchables.  There is fried cheese, hummus, garlic bread, and these.  A big plate of greasy, fried, super-extra-spicy chicken flappers.


Sigyn thinks she wants to try them.  I am not joking, dearest.  These are not merely, “Oh! What a nice hint of paprika” spicy.  These are, “Sweet Frigga, Mother of Thor, those little $%&! are HOT”

After just the merest taste, I have the urge to burrow into the nearest snowdrift and try to put the fire out.

Ah.  Looks like the ale has been set out.  These brands are very well they known; the attendees have been aware of them practically their whole lives.


There was a rather nice Turkish beer here—clean, crisp, quite hoppy— but it was popular enough that it has vanished.   The human female liked it, which  means I will make sure she will never encounter it again.

The tables have been decorated to a fare-the-well.  Sigyn likes this very shiny shrubbery


At last!  The Real Food is being brought in.  The human female is beginning with a salad.  As if that will somehow negate all the fried cheese and pizza


And here is the main course.  The human female has gone in search of slices featuring pepperoni.  I, on the other hand, have selected this ham-and-pineapple version because I know it will drive the human female all spluttery and red in the face.


Eat up!  We can’t get to the presents until you lot quit stuffing yourselves!

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