Knight Attire by Unknown
Here’s an old fella holding a nice fish basket and smoking his pipe.
my officemates and i were arguing about the difference between a mouse and a rat so i googled it
and there we go
the difference is a rat plays jazz
Bean Boots & Camp Socks
For those of you living in the colder climes of this world:
My sister Meghan has the ones pictured here, and my wonderful mother got me a pair of the shearling-lined Bean boots. Meg says that though her boots are not lacking in quality and durability, the linerlessness is not exactly conducive to warmth, and she has trouble finding the right sock combo for insulation. The shearling-lined boots are snug, and with a nice pair of socks, my feet stay nice and toasty.
So, if you’re buying Bean boots:
Without the lining - good for fall, not as good for winters. Good for stomping around in mud.
With shearling fleece - good for fall, better for winter. Good for stomping around in snow.
Just in case you want Bean boots.
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep
Happy birthday, Harry Potter!
To celebrate Harry’s birthday (and my undying love for the series), I made my own covers! I created patterns (Thanks for the inspiration Scandinavia!) using a significant object from each book. I used those in the movies as reference and digitally painted them. You can view the whole project here! :)
(It’s already July 31 here in the Philippines. Haha.)
Oh my GOD these are incredible!! Amazing work, wowowoww!!!! I would buy a set like this in a heartbeat and I’m not even a diehard HP fan…
At the hill’s foot Frodo found Aragorn, standing still and silent as a tree; but in his hand was a small golden bloom of elanor, and a light was in his eyes. He was wrapped in some fair memory: and as Frodo looked at him he knew that he beheld things as they once had been in this same place. For the grim years were removed from the face of Aragorn, and he seemed clothed in white, a young lord tall and fair; and he spoke words in the Elvish tongue to one whom Frodo could not see. Arwen vanimelda, namárië! he sad, and then he drew a breath, and returning out of his thought he looked at Frodo and smiled.
”Here is the heart of Elvendom on earth,’ he said, ‘and here my heart dwells ever, unless there be a light beyond the dark roads that we still must tread, you and I. Come with me!’ And taking Frodo’s hand in his, he left the hill of Cerin Amroth and came there never again as a living man.”
From The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring - Lothlorien
Whenever I leave a fair place, I take a last look around; I never know if I’ll be there again.