life goal: infamous recluse
Last week we were off for surprise medical matters. This week let us return to our significantly more disastrous run-ins with historical recreations.
Hello, new Gentle Readers, who may be coming here due to a questionable subscription to the regular blog.
I've done a MAJOR overhaul of the site, and it's still technically ongoing-- in short, though...
Oh, Gentle Readers-- you may not have heard the recent news, but in short, both Apple and Patreon have made some Decisions with regard to money and cost and such-- specifically...
I'm in the workshop making lip balm because I have been INTERVIEWED by my alma mater and have been asked for action photos of me working that AREN'T just terrible soap mistakes or free advertisements for Dunkin Donuts coffee.
It should be said directly: None of what I describe in the below should be repeated by any reasonable persons. *Do not make my mistakes.*
It's wild to me that I am, in my adulthood, in a way, coming to chemical science and formulation.
I'll be going to the UK for a week in October, due to serendipity and an opportunity for odd research into immersive game design-- which I'll no doubt speak more on shortly, but! I have JUST DISCOVERED that the Royal College of Physicians has a collection of apothecary jars, *guided medicinal garden tours*, AND a brand-new exhibition on HOUSEHOLD RECEIPT BOOKS, how can I POSSIBLY pass that up.
What is a week? A lie and a fallacy. But sometimes weeks are real (SOMETIMES), and herein are some stories about them.
Welp...
Katherine Crighton 