Things That Make Me Happy, Day the Third:

- Walking around all bundled up when the weather is freezing, and stopping for a cup of hot cocoa.

- Baking gingerbread bats.

- Our Christmas tree.


From: [identity profile] domichan.livejournal.com


Pretty pretty tree! I should also post a pic of my pink gay disco tree, I think.

From: [identity profile] emunymph.livejournal.com


I loves bats. I use to have a 150+ bed with a bat carved into the headboard.

My icon is from [livejournal.com profile] dena1470 she makes great icons

From: [identity profile] benevolentia.livejournal.com


Those are indeed happy things. Your tree makes me smile a lot. Yay for bat ornaments!

From: [identity profile] mskat.livejournal.com


I love that, on that picture, the red bulbs almost look like apples.

From: [identity profile] cupcake-goth.livejournal.com


A bunch of them are apples, actually. Bats, apples, and red glass baubles.

From: [identity profile] openatticnight.livejournal.com


iiiiiit's beginning to look a goth like Christmas...

From: [identity profile] vorona.livejournal.com


That's incredible. It works! The colors, the textures, the balance, perfect. At first glance, I thought it was a tasty confection, maybe some kind of sadistically Franced-out, all-six-senses-melting seasonal dessert from one of those glossy Impossible Living magazines. Looked like an exquisitely light, hypnotically cool pudding featuring a precious and rare medlar purée and fresh heavy cream, flavored with Alpine strawberries (Fragaria vesca) and their blossoms, and with hothouse-grown white violets, and Himalayan blue jasmine, and a genetically re-engineered ancient vanilla. This powerful, absurdly rare vanilla was popular with the sort of emperors who favored instantly beheading any commoners (or any currently-unpopular minor aristocrats, or anyone who'd misbehaved or appeared tackily-dressed in one of the Emperor's less-pleasant dreams) who dared to taste it, a superior vanilla considered as genetically unlike any known modern vanilla as we Homo sapiens consider ourselves unlike the less-fortunate Homo neanderthalensis, and theoretically delicious, or at least worth trying once or twice. This legendary evolutionarily-divergent Imperial Vanilla has been redundantly extinct since 1556 (and since then, only tasted by 28 elite scientists until that Impossible Living magazine hit the stands) and now it flavors this Holiday Pudding... and here it is, you've made it from that recipe, haven't you? Here is that pudding, medlars and cream and re-engineered vanilla and Alpine strawberries and the ghosts of blue jasmine... so rich, fragrant, cool and light, with a surprising touch of evanescent warmth from wearing a summer-sweet, fine golden corset of delicately caramelized meringue, laced with silken-spun illegal Cuban sugar, and then even warmer, ruby-set with melting-vanishing glazed petite cranberries and... WAIT, WHAT? BATS? NOooooo... Oh. O.K., no, FINE, this may not be edible, then. Pity. (gulp, sob) Fine, then. It's NOT a dessert. I accept that. It really doesn't matter.

It is a lovely tree, though! Any chance that dessert exists? Any chance (except for the bats) at all? I mean, I like looking at it...
Edited Date: 2008-12-15 01:59 am (UTC)

From: [identity profile] lylassandra.livejournal.com


Dear Lady,

My husband would like you to please stop posting so many awesome photos that include bats, as he is trying to limit them in our household.

Sincerely,

Goth on Tuesdays

(omgbattreesquee!)

From: [identity profile] gravehearted.livejournal.com


aww, nothing more festive that christmas bats :)
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