Sigyn has decided color preferences

A Boxful of Color, Part I: Because Apparently a Million Colors Are Not Enough

The human male and his friend, wanting a little bit of fun in case this area gets “locked down,” made a quick dash to the Big City to the South last weekend.

Three guesses where they went, and the first two don’t count.

The Purveyor of Pens.  You are correct.  The male came back with this intriguing box.  Come, Sigyn, let us check it out.  It is certainly a colorful package.

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Hmm.  A make-your-own-ink kit.  This could be amusing.

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“3 Oysters”?!  Let us hope that that is some ridiculous brand name and not the contents of the box!

Inside the cardboard sleeve is a shiny silver tin.  Sigyn if you take that side and I take this one…

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…I think we can manage to get it open.

This looks promising indeed!  Although why would you want to go messing about and adulterate what is already the perfect shade?

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Sigyn is so excited that there is red that she hasn’t noticed the other colors yet.

The kit includes a twisty-nibbed glass pen for doing Fancy Writing.

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Careful, my sweet–don’t drop that.  When you are done admiring the craftsmanship, slide the point back in its little rubber sleeve.

There are also a tiny bottle of thinner/toner and two little mixing beakers.

Oh, for the love of Frigga’s petticoats!

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I can’t look. Sigyn’s managed to trap herself, hasn’t she?

Some days I really wonder about her…

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A Brief Winter Walk

It’s been foggy a lot in this part of Midgard lately. The humans have ventured out on a rare sunny day to see what’s going on in the local woods.

By Idunn’s little apples!  There is a ubiquitous abundance of holly berries this year!

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¡ǝlƃuɐp pooƃ ɐ ɹoɟ ʇods ʇɔǝɟɹǝd puɐ ʎɐp ʇɔǝɟɹǝd ɐ s,ʇᴉ ʇɐɥʇ sʞuᴉɥʇ uʎƃᴉS

It’s not just hollies that can be dangled in.

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Camphorweed does just as well.  Sigyn is beyond excited–we’ve been here scarcely a quarter of an hour and she’s had the chance to dangle in plants with both her favorite colors!

(poke, poke, poke.)  Not all plants are large enough to climb in, though.  This one is growing right in the middle of the trail, and it’s very, very teeny.

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Sigyn has fallen in love with it.   Don’t hug it, Sweetie.  The human female says it can have spiny fruit.

Oooo!   We have found A Mysterious Hole in this creek bank!

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I wouldn’t go in, if I were you…  But, human female–you feel free to stick a finger in and tell us if there’s a snake or sharp-toothed rodent or something in there, all right?

We’ve been walking and poking at things for a while now.  Time for a rest.

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My sleep number is “moss.”

Clever Sigyn has found a different moss.

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Sigyn doesn’t know if this one’s a moss or a liverwort.

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All this green stuff looks alike to me.  Possibly one of the human female’s plant-nerd friends could sort them out, but I really don’t care.

We’re headed to the Sedge Meadow.  I like the Sedge Meadow.  It’s all green and dapply.

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Sweet Glittering Bifrost!  What’s this?

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I had heard the City was Doing Something, but I wasn’t sure what…

But, since I’m a god, barricades and notices don’t apply to me.  Come along, Sigyn.  Leave the puny mortals here obeying all the signs like good little sheep and let’s you and I keep going.

Have fun staring at the signage!  We’re going to go pet sedges.

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A New Yule Tradition–Day 5: An Inauspicious Start to the New Year

It’s our last day, so to help distract us from the giant elephant in the room of having to return home tomorrow, we have scheduled one last big adventure.

Sigyn has never flown in a hot-air balloon, and neither have I.

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It will be a good way to survey the surrounding countryside, and with my magic, there’s no danger that we will crash or drift out to see or some such foolishness .  See if you can find us one whose gondola is not already full of Victorian cosplayers.

(later)  That was quite fun!  We shall have to do it again sometime soon.

We do not have time for a visit to the botanical garden, but we can certainly spend some pleasant moments strolling in this grove of glitter pines.

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Sigyn really likes them, because they are *SpArkLy* and essentially red and yellow.  Ehehehe–think how awful one would look in the human female’s yard…  It just might be time to do a little guerilla gardening…

(later)

Uh, oh.  Sigyn, I think we may have strayed into a part of town that is not so nice…  There’s no need to fear, since I have my magic and my dagger (and many other weapons secreted about my person), but let us pay attention and remain aware of our surroundings as we work our way back to the camper.

Norns’ nighties!  I think this poor fellow has been the victim of a mugging!

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Run and fetch help whilst I try to stop his hemorrhage.

Ugh. This is not how I wanted to end our trip.  Hang on, fellow.  Help is coming.

(a bit later)

Yes, officer, I “just happened” to come upon the poor, late Mister Frosty.

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Yes, I had a dagger, but it was out because this is a shady part of town and I surmised—correctly, I might add— that you boys in blue have not been diligent in keeping up patrols in the area.  If anyone’s to blame, it’s you.

Yes, officer, there is blood on my cloak, but only because I stopped to render aid.  Is that not the correct thing to do in these parts?

Look, I know that I do have a bit of a reputation for mayhem and violence, but ask anyone:  I only visit such upon those who have wronged me, and I’ve never tasted seen the  poor fellow before.

No, I would not like to accompany you down to any station to answer any more questions.  I am a god, you dull creature, and I am done with answering questions.  I have NOT stabbed anyone today, but if you annoy me further, that might change.  Cease casting your aspersions upon my honor or I shall leave you with a wound which you can compare to the deceased’s.

Come, Sigyn, we are teleporting home.  I’m sorry that our vacation has had to end upon such a sad and sour note.   Think of hot air balloons, sparkly trees, cat-shaped mugs, cozy campers, furry deer, and strolls along the canal.

Next year, we are definitely going back to doing the glass museum instead.

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Branching Out to Annoy Other Members of the Family

I think obnoxiousness must run in the family.  The human female’s mother is fine, but her sister has done nothing but insult me this trip.  According to her, I “pick on the human female too much.”  Ha! As if I give the human female even a tenth of the trouble she gives me!

At any rate, I think I may have to focus some of my attention on the sister, just to teach her a little respect.

At the moment, the human female and her sister are playing a game.  There are colorful wooden tiles involved, and the object appears to be to get six of one shape or one color in a row.  What happens if I stick in an extra one?

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What, did I mess up the game?  How do you know it’s not this orange one causing all the trouble?  Or maybe it’s the purple one?

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The human female has now won a couple of games, so the two of them are just fooling about with the tiles.  The sister is adamant that they be laid out in an orderly manner. You could say it’s a compulsion.

I am happy to oblige with green ones.

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Sigyn, of course, has volunteered to handle the red ones.  The sisters are making some sort of giant array.

What happens, I wonder, if I do just a tiny bit of meddling?  How about one tile?  Is that irksome?

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Eehehehehe! The sister’s eye is starting to twitch.  Apparently this one small deviation from the pattern is enough to make her profoundly uncomfortable.

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Too bad for you, mortal.  My dearest is happy to see this see this red star right here, so you are just going to have to learn to like it…

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Aack! More Ribbon!

Sigyn, in that sweet, pretty, pleading way she has, convinced me to stay and help her look at more ribbons.

Sigh.  I can deny her nothing.  At least, since it’s the book with the Yule ribbon in it, there’s a good chance there may be some green samples.  Perhaps I can find something to replace my cloak, which has become a bit threadbare about the hem.

Sigyn has lost no time finding something she really likes.

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I am willing to admit that’s a lovely ribbon.  But it’s so w  i  d  e, my love!  What would you do with it?  Make a fancy runner carpet for the hallway?

This one, now…

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Lovely color.  Non-girly name.  And the gold edging just puts it over the top.  I wonder if  the human female’s friend would notice if I helped myself to the sample?

Odin’s eyepatch!  If there was ever any doubt how degenerate, how morally bankrupt, how utterly lacking in good taste Midgardians are, I think I need only offer this sample page as evidence:

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Lime green and glitter!  And lime green glitter!  When did LIME GREEN come to be a Yule color?!  And haven’t I heard somewhere that glitter is bad for the environment?  It’s certainly bad for tidy housekeeping!  That stuff sheds everywhere!  And it multiplies!  One speck of glitter today; a sparkling cat and twinkly underwear tomorrow!

On second thought, I’ll take a case.  As a….a gift.  Yes, that’s it…

Sigyn is a big fan of wire-edged ribbon, since it can be induced to hold its shape.  It’s handy for wrapping plant pots, making big, loopy bows, and so on.

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And evidently also constructing diaphanous play tents.

Which are lime green and glittery.  Figures.

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The Girliest Thing Ever

A friend of the human female’s is visiting.  They’ve been friends for decades, which is mind-boggling.  Not in an “Oh, my!  How the years have flown!” sort of way, but in an “I can’t believe anyone has known the human female that long and hasn’t run screaming for the hills,” sort of way.

Sigyn is excited to meet this friend.  They have a lot in common–they both like to bake, like flowers, like books and cats, and have a penchant for flowery hats.

Recently, this friend has taken a new job, one that involves selling ribbons and folderols, mainly to florists.  For the tying of posies, one presumes.  She has brought her sample books for Sigyn and the human female to peruse.  Faugh!  Sounds like a girly evening.  I’d take myself off into another dimension and give all the squeeing a miss, but I do like to keep an eye on Sigyn. Very well.  I shall stay, but I refuse to be drawn into any discussion of the relative merits of double-faced satin vs. grossgrain. (I am embarrassed I even know those terms.)

The sample books are huge.  Here, my love.  Let me open that for you.

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Sigyn, predictably, has bypassed the rainbow and gone straight for her favorite color.

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This page, if I could get rid of all the urply purple stuff, would be just about perfect.

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Great Frigga’s corset!  Sigyn, I know you like to pet soft things, but the velvetness of this one…

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…doesn’t make up for its utter, alarming PINKNESS.  For the love of Fenrir, turn the page!!

Augh!  This page is no better!  My eyes!  My eyes!

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If you put that in a funeral floral arrangement, it’d wake the very dead.

Hmm.  Perhaps that’s its purpose.  Fine, then!  I shall take a roll of the green, just in case of any future life-threatening mishaps.  Or in case I find any good roadkill I wish to reanimate for humorous purposes…

What’s this?  Burlap and lace?!

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No, and NO, and NO.  Loki does not “do” lace.  Ladies, it’s all yours.  I’m out of here!

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Bet You Thought We Forgot, Part II: Here’s Where All The Color Is

I had such fun turning the fine but boringly colored glass green that I have decided to color ALL the objects in the exhibit!   What colors should I make them, Sigyn?  Besides red,  that is.  Red is a given.

Rats!  Someone has beaten me to it.  The other rooms of the museum are full of colored pieces.

There are swirly pastel ones.

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Great Frigga’s Corset!  Sigyn, look at these–swirly AND pastel AND pushed into flower shapes:

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Sigyn likes the red bowl with the crimpy mouth and the…

…the mutant daisies.  Whatever they are, she likes them.

Beloved, did you see the case full of iridescent—–

Sigyn?  Sigyn!  Siiiiigyyyyyyyn…….

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Sleipnir’s fetlocks!! 

Completely mesmerized by that glorious, beetle-wing iridescent finish!  I don’t blame her.  It’s gorgeous stuff.  I mean,  the cameo glass is well-done, but look at how the blue-green pieces just glow.

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Time to play our favorite game.  Sigyn, if you had to pick just one piece, which would it be?

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Just as I thought–Sigyn likes the red, beflowered, flat, round vessel that’s so silly it’s actually sort of cute.   Me, I’d be happy with one of the magnificent blue-green vases or else the green cut-glass vase I made yesterday.

Ah, who am I kidding?  I’ll sneak back in here tonight and help myself to five or six pretty trinkets.

Happy Yule, dearest!

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