Showing posts with label Loreena McKennitt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Loreena McKennitt. Show all posts

Saturday, December 7, 2024

Christmas at Cornwall Furnace

    It was another fabulous holiday starting at Cornwall Iron Furnace (1742). They have yummy homemade cookies, cocoa, and Christmas tea. Last year it was so warm that we walked about the town, but today was cold; and although Mummy's Ewok coat is warm, the Christmas pants Theresa sent me several years ago aren't. I'm just happy they still fit as I wash everything in hot water and put it in the dryer. I have to fit into my handmade green velvet from the seventies for the Shoenhut gig at The William Penn next week that I've only worn to see Loreena McKennitt, so looks like I'll be fasting this week. Didn't happen today, afterwards we went to The Bluebird Inn (1859). I had a Merry Cranberry house cocktail served in an ornament that was off the hook, and their chili puts Trooper Thorn's to shame: all so good. They crumble cornbread on top. I'm going to have to remember that. I got videos of the fabulous trains, but I'm having technical difficulties uploading them. I'll keep trying. My beautiful Christmas cactus is blooming too. Frankie was a very good boy and napped with me when we got back. 🎄






 

Thursday, October 26, 2023

Lost Souls

Fourth time seeing Loreena McKennitt, and she was fabulous as ever. She did the entire The Visit, which is probably my favorite record of her's, being an old English teacher I love the Tennyson and Yeats. She started off with her Lost Souls record from 2017. I think I'm missing that one. Ron wants it for Thanksgiving, then. Forgot how much she rattles on. I made a Loreena doll long ago, didn't spare any exspense for that one. I'm going to have to dig her out and list her in my Ebay shop. My closets are loaded with boxes of dolls packed away. Stay tuned... 

 

Loreena McKennitt

Going to see Loreena for the fourth time. She's got a fangtastic band, the violinist is to die for. Had to take a selfie as this place has soo many commie rules, (no cameras), surprised I don't have to be vaxxed. Getting fucked up before I get there as they're gonna' strip search me. Anyways, got this handmade vintage seventies set on regretsy years ago. It's clawsome. Fatty McFat has Got To lose some weight as I had to put the skirt on over my head, no way it was making it past my HIPS, and I had to adjust the vest one TIT at a time. O, my ghoul...
 

From The Black Death

   "usury and all commercial ventures were suspect because they assumed control over the future, a mortgage of time which was reserved...