and EVEN WHEN things were more muted/neutral, the neutrality was OFFSET by ACCENT COLORS and HIGH CONTRAST between the wood tones and everything ELSE

ALSO AMERICAN COLONIAL INTERIORS POPPED OFF, Y'ALL (IN TERMS OF COLOR/COZINESS)

PEOPLE USED WHITEWASH AND COLORFUL TRIM OR EVEN JUST COLORFUL FURNITURE IF THEY COULD AFFORD TO DO SO

AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON FRENCH AND BRITISH AND AMERICAN WALLPAPERS

"ELIZABETH" YOU CRY, "WHY ARE YOU BEING SO EXTRA THIS MORNING?! IT'S MONDAY"

Because, my friend, my war on GREIGE will NEVER end.

Historic interiors were filled with LIFE and LIGHT and COLOR. ALWAYS HAVE BEEN.

Part of the reason we don't see a lot of textile art is because, frankly, textiles tend to degrade over time - especially ones that had utility! And yes, pigments and weaving and dying all boosted the expense of things, when we were finally reliably block-printing fabrics and broad reams of paper, it was no longer just the wealthy who could afford pretty patterns!

In the Americas, a far wider variety of pigments also became available because of the abundance of... well, a shitton of flora and minerals, some of which weren't as common in Europe.

WHY THE HIGHLIGHTER COLORS? you ask.

CANDLES.

Those colors reflect candlelight and natural sunlight REALLY WELL.

Humans LOVE bright colors, it's NOT just a thing for kids. We live in a brilliant, vibrant, multifaceted world. We ALWAYS have.

(If ever you have the opportunity to visit the Stencil House at the Shelburne Museum in Vermont (pictured above at 3, 4, and 5), I highly recommend.)

And that's before you get into American painted murals:

Papa hangovers. Who is the biggest baby about it? What are their weird hangover cures? Who gets the worst one?

Sorry I missed this the heat is scrambling my brains

Nihil: Stares blankly into space for awhile - Secondo inherited his Papaganda laying in bed awaiting the sweet embrace of death from Nihil. He eventually gets up, shuffles to the kitchen, opens a can of campbell's chicken noodle soup and shotguns it room temperature like a beverage. Does it help? Probably not, but he convinced himself it did once when he was high off his socks in the 60s that it helped so he's stood by it this whole time. He then sits down at his desk, folds his arms, and puts his head down in them until someone bothers him for something

Primo: Doesn't eat anything as a cure, but he takes a long, long bath about it. And sure that helps the aches but sitting in hot steam until he is even more wrinkled isn't helping the dehydration any, but no one tells him that because they don't dare correct him about it. Doesn't complain, but is more tetchy than normal - if Primo partook enough to be hungover the next day, people give him a wide berth

Secondo: I firmly believe he was hungover in Papaganda 2 when he is staring at the ceiling, as I said, yearning for the sweet embrace of death. His preferred cure is a hearty breakfast. A full fry up, and coffee. Lots of coffee. On his fourth cup he feels human again. Bacon and eggs has never been so kind to anyone as it is to Secondo after a crazy night. Grumbles affably about the situation

Terzo: He's a "hair of the dog" guy (if you don't know that colloquialism, it's short for "hair of the dog that bit you", i.e. having more alcohol to solve your too much alcohol problem). He'll have a shot of something or gulp down a beer and move on with his life. He wears his sunglasses all day because hangovers make him extra light sensitive. Not much of a whiner, but he's definitely going to nap at least once that day. Maybe even twice. And he HATES sleeping - he feels like he's missing out when he's asleep.

Cardi: Not as much of a precious princess about the whole thing as you'd expect, while he does moan and groan a bit. Like Secondo, having food about it is his comfort and cure, but he goes carby - pancakes or waffles. If his aches get really bad, he bribes a ghoul into carrying him around the whole day, and that's as insufferable as he gets. He is used to excess from all the time on tour, and his bitching is a normal guy level of bitching.

Perpetua: Absolute miserable wretch. Any time he drinks to excess it's like he has forgotten the result from the time before, so he wakes up acting as if this pain is a new horrible thing he has discovered exclusively that has never existed before and he is uniquely tortured about it. Makes melodramatic statements about wanting to crawl into a coffin and die and return to the earth and become loam. He especially turns to Mountain and asks, with pleading eyes, why isn't he loam, loam can't feel things like this. Mountain, despite being an earth ghoul, has no answers for Perpetua. Perpy will try anything once for a cure, and has googled increasingly weird ones, but hasn't found one that works for him yet. Last time he tried a shot of pickle juice and meditating to realign his chakras.

Bonus

Seestor Imperator: stoic, drinks an herbal tea and grimaces her way through the day. Maybe one murder as a treat. She doesn't like to let her guard down enough to get hammered so this happens super rarely and is usually Nihil's fault.

Marika Psaltarian: knows some obscure folk cure that was passed down by her mother's mother's mother, but doesn't get hung over so never uses it, and everyone in her family is so jealous that alcohol doesn't seem to Touch her no matter how much she drinks. She has only shared this cure with Sister (it's the basis for her tea choices) and no one else.

just thinking about kris, i think there's a lot of ways their struggles can be interpreted as relating to disability. one example that seems particularly intentional is kris not being able to play the piano while under the soul's control and toby commenting about not being able to play the piano (among other things) due to pain.

My nephew is very allergic to eggs, peanuts, tree nuts, and sesame. Last year my sister discovered all hot dogs and hamburger buns now contain sesame. Not "may contain", but listed in the ingredients. This year basically every brand of sliced bread also now contains sesame, making it very difficult to find bread items he can eat.

They're just adding it to their products, so they can just list it as an ingredient and not bother with worrying about cross contamination. And they aren't even bothering with telling anyone. Capitalism is going to kill us all.

"Which brings us back to Kellogg’s. Back in 2016, the company found a way around the added burden and expense of complying with the FSMA: they simply began adding trace amounts of peanut flour to their cracker products. Doing so allowed them to list peanuts as an ingredient of the product, freeing them from having to prevent cross-contact.

I took the cargo ops class at school but my teacher explained that it doesn't give a certification and I'd only be okay for ship's crane and the school forklifts. she said I could take an online exam and get my cert. I paid 60 bucks.

I'm googling and I'm seeing a lot of resources saying that the online programs cover the classroom part of the exam but not the in person practical aspect.

29 CFR 1910.178 (l)(2)(ii)

For starters, I have these little trinkets. A small metal tea set and a bronze cat and rabbit.

Then, I found this cool spoon from the 1958 world's fair. And a perfume bottle!

Here's where things get cool.

I found this cane...... and it has a dagger inside it 🫣😈

There was another one that had a handle that was supposed to be skeletal but I for the life of me couldn't figure it out. So I went with the Creature one

And then! The Pièce de résistance...........

A vintage singer chain stitch machine! And it looks like it still works!!! 🤯

Medieval peasants also didn’t eat chicken very often. That’s a source of eggs. If you’re lucky enough to own a cow it’s also unlikely you’d eat it unless it’s on its way out anyways. That’s a good source of milk. It’s more advantageous to keep a cow or chicken alive than to eat them.

Fat from a fat tailed sheep makes for good cooking fat if your setting is more middle eastern or North African inspired. European settings would prefer butter, lard, or olive oil depending on where exactly they are.

The limiting factor for livestock keeping in the medieval period was winter fodder--there was enough summer grazing for the spring births in fallow fields that they fertilized with their manure , but not enough hay and grazing to get them through the winter. So the lambs--all the males and some of the females--would be butchered in the fall. A bull calf might be butchered as veal (or "baby beef", depending on timing) its first fall or might be over-wintered and butchered as beef the following fall. A few of the older ewes would be butchered as mutton, replaced with female lambs from the spring births. A female calf would be traded, sold, or kept as a replacement.

Similarly, half of the chicks born would be male, destined for spring/early summer butchering. (Or caponed, castrated, though that's much more difficult with a bird.) Chicken is a lean meat, though, and rather tough in a free-range bird, so it was usually stewed rather than roasted. Capon was a bit of a luxury food due to the difficulty of castrating them. Geese were much more popular due to the fattier meat.

zephyr's keyboard freaking COLLAPSES mid per aspera NOW WITH THE SOUND ON 🔊

YES i love it when adrian is way bigger than rocky uh here's my take on rocky and adrian

Secret sanctuaries 💧