The quick recap.

This is me, sitting in slack-jawed exhaustion with pounding headache and freezing ankles and cheeks.

Preceeding this me is the me at the Aros Christmas Feast having a smashing time.

In between the two is another me, considerably more miserable, walking through the blizzard, across large open fields with practically no vision.

I say thank heavens for my hood.

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I ought now to pack, tidy up and clean, but there's too much of the slack-jawed exhaustion going on. Not even the tea helped. This is a serious matter, but I can't muster the energy.

I took pictures yesterday, some were OK.

Nicole, who borrowed my new gothic army dress looked absolutely smashing in it - proof positive that this is the best style garb ever.

I need to abuse my linen circle veil to make it floppy too. Dunno how exactly.

/Lia - queen of not-making-sense-or-drawing-connecting-lines