I’m not much into decor, at least for myself as I’m terrible at putting interiors together (bad Libra, BAD), but when I saw these bookends, I had to get them.
They sit on my bachelors dresser, holding my growing collection of Barnes & Nobles Collectibles Editions and a few other books.
I call the one on the left Edgar and the one on the right Allan. Seems fitting for the subject matter of most of those books. I’m about halfway through a novel I’m reading, and then I’m going to read the Lovecraft. I’ve never read any Lovecraft before, but the first paragraph of the first tale, “Dagon,” has me chomping at the bit.
I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall be no more. Penniless, and at the end of my supply of the drug which alone makes life endurable, I can bear the torture no longer; and shall cast myself from this garret window into the squalid street below. Do not think from my slavery to morphine that I am a weakling or a degenerate. When you have read these hastily scrawled pages you may guess, though never fully realize, why it is that I must have forgetfulness or death.
Heck, maybe I’ll just read that tonight, since I had to take the book off the shelf anyway. “Dagon” is only a few pages long.
I saw my bookends while picking out these for a buddy’s birthday last summer.
She put them to very good use.
She collects Barbies (although the one above is a Monster High doll, the Howliday Cleo de Nile), so if you’re into that, check out her awesome YouTube. In fact, even if you’re not into Barbie, check out her awesome YouTube, especially if you love spooky season. Her Halloween display is a thing of beauty, dark, delicious beauty.
Speaking of things dark and delicious, here’s today’s candy, good ol’ M&Ms. My friend is so elegant, I couldn’t put something tacky, crummy-but-good, or flat-out terrible below her video.
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