Lilith Saintcrow

A quadruple batch of sugar-cookie dough is a messy proposition in my Kitchen-Aid mixer.

That is all.

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Her Most Serene Highness Lady Lilith the Sardonic of Westessexchestershire Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

Isn’t it just so ME?

And a happy Solstice to you all, my dear Readers! Tonight is a night for mulled wine, sugar cookies (like little Suns) and a vigil. Unfortunately, as a mummy I need my sleep more than I need to vigil, so a candle will be holding vigil for me. And I’m having dinner with the Selkie tonight.

A quick review: I just Netflixed Jimmy Stewart in Harvey, and absolutely loved it. I loved the movie to pieces and bought it immediately from Amazon. It is a wonderful gentle movie with several dark undertones that pleased me to no end. And the “how are you today, Mr. Wilson?” moment gave me chills. The movie, though old, is pure Muse crack. (To Kill A Mockingbird has been following me around–several people have mentioned it, and it was on the telly several times during my latest Seattle trip, so I’d better watch that soon, too.)

Also heading for me is a Clint Eastwood set (Sergio Leone spaghetti Westerns) that will provide us with hours of viewing enjoyment. I love Clint. Not as much as Kim Harrison loves him, but my adoration for the Man With No Name rides high.

Anyway, I’m off to clean up and start baking. A very merry Solstice to you all, and I hope your holidays are bright.

Here’s the slideshow of the Seattle photos, shot during my vacation last week. If you want just the Pike Place ones, shot as the hideous windstorm came crashing in, click here. Enjoy–and please let me know what you think!

The Sullen Teen has a friend spending the night–nice, polite boy, who won’t mention when he’s hungry. Fortunately, in this house everyone gets fed almost by accident, and the friend has been stuffed to the gills more than once. The Sullen Teen is excited, just like a little kid. Was I ever this hilariously fraught in my younger years?

Although I can’t blame him. Having A Friend Over is a sign that he truly belongs, and the friend’s approval of his living space is key. We’re not on our best behavior (we are, I think, fairly decent at all times) but we are all conscious of the Sullen Teen’s mood and that this is a Momentous Occasion, World-Shattering In Its Significance.

Snerk.

It’s closer to forty degrees than thirty this morning, and going outside is not nearlyt he shock it was last night. It feels much warmer than it is, mostly I suspect because of the cloud cover. I plan on spending this morning (what’s left of it) going through the Seattle photos and uploading them to Flickr. I took upwards of three hundred, but I think only fifty or so will make it through my critical eye.

In other news, our museum membership cards came yesterday. I feel like a real person now, with a museum membership and EVERYTHING. I need to go to the Egyptian exhibit with the Martian Moon Crab, Monk, and the Kiwi; plus I need to drag the Sullen Teen, the Princess, and the Little Prince. I went with Sweetcakes before I left for Seattle, and it was AMAZING. The statue of Sekhmet alone was hair-raising.

The wind is up, the clouds are here, and I am partially caffeinated. What more could a girl ask for?

Oh, I wouldn’t say no to another couple thousand words on the fifth Valentine book. We need to get through the double-cross and the empty casket, you know, as well as the first real fight between the Prince and his Eldest.

Aren’t I mean? Have a good day, Readers. Wish me luck.