Spirit House – Part 1

Most of the time these days my mind is coursing throughout the galaxy with my characters in my new story, (alluded to in my last post) so much so that I’m finding it hard to be present in the here-and-now, and when I do turn up, I’m ambushed by my body that has allergic reactions that put me out of action for three days, or migraines of varying strengths, or just general wear-and-tear on a body that’s spent more than half of it’s existence getting by with one-and-a-half knees.

(I give thanks to Efficacia Herbilaria, the Goddess of the herb, Star Anise on a regular basis this time of year. I’d do the ‘burnt offering’ thing but that would defeat the whole purpose)

It’s no wonder that I wander around in a semi-coherent daze, and want to get back to my galaxy hopping companions with more alacrity than is seemly in a lass of my three-score years, and seven months.

There are, of course household and garden tasks to hold my attention, relationships to maintain, the making of salves, repairing old journals, etc, and many and varied crafty projects to keep my feet firmly in this Realm … for a while at least.

So, we start with the basics, a table, lots of scrap cardboard, and an assortment of manufacturing tools …

... and a long stalk of bamboo, apparently, which is probably why the secateurs are there too, possibly

… and a long stalk of bamboo, apparently, which is probably why the secateurs are there too, possibly

I used this video on YouTube, as my inspiration. Beware though, if this sort of thing has any attraction for you, you will disappear into a nightmarish rabbit-hole from which there is very little chance for your safe return unscathed. I have the scathes to prove it.

I decided to go with a cardboard base rather than a plastic jar, because if there’s a hard way to do something, I’ll be in the deep end before you can say, “Maybe that isn’t …”, and ended up with this …

 

The front stoop, with spider-webbed portholes ...

The front stoop, with spider-webbed portholes …

... and in the rear windows,two cats having an intense conversation ...

… and in the rear windows, two cats having an intense conversation …

... which went on into the wee small hours of the morning

… which went on into the wee small hours of the morning

Next it was time to cover everything in paper clay. The recipe for which I got from this video by the same Irish lass as previously noted.

A close-up of the feline conversationalists while their window frames were being formed

A close-up of the feline conversationalists while their window frames were being formed

 And here it is, drying out in some late afternoon sunbeams on the front step.

Mmmmm, beams

Mmmmm, beams

-oOo-

Next … Part 2 – The Paint Job … see you then. I’m off, back to the other side of the galaxy to see what kind of trouble that motley crew have got themselves into while I was away.

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