The apartment has now been hit by buckets of paint. No doubt, I’m heady from the fumes and just don’t realize it. Ah well. This is one of our attempts to make a New York apartment feel more like a home. Most likely it’ll have to be converted back to stark white before we move out, but for now, it’s nice.
In the mean time, the incredible steampunk craftmanship continues over at Many Dead Things.
A bit back, he did a set of jars that contained various supernatural specimens, including a baby werewolf, cthulhu, and even a martian.
Hey kids, want to give your mom a real shocker? Buy these and then hide them in the spice cabinet. Label them as parsley, or something, and then just wait…
Okay. Paint fumes. That’s my excuse. Enjoy the three-day weekend, folks.
I see that smile.