Appreciating my little haven of a bedroom I’ve been slowly creating. Was cleaning and just feeling grateful for this space.

I put the sword there because Penelope was chomping at the bits to jump on my freshly washed bedding. It’s not for some sort of keusches Beilager sort of ritual.

I also got looking through things, as you do when you clean, and here’s two of my favorite fae from one of my favorites books “Good Faeries Bad Faeries” by Brian Froud. (The Gloominous Doom to clarify is my favorite “bad” fae on that page.)

A poem Joey wrote me in high school. 🥰