It was almost entirely exactly like that chicken handbag
It concerns me that this response means there’s more than one type of chicken handbag out there…
THE DREAM OF THE CHICKEN HANDBAG
I admire the creators of skyravenwolf and I am incredibly inspired by their leatherwork designs. In my dream, I had decided to make a similar handbag. So I created a three-dimensional realistic life-sized leather chicken handbag.
Once I had crafted the bag, it was absolutely radiant and beautiful. I was extremely proud, and began carrying it under my arm. But almost immediately I realized that it made people behave strangely. Strangers asked to touch and hold it. Many believed it was a real chicken. They came up to me and told me their stories about chickens, and how chickens made them feel. At first this was lovely, and I was happy that people were sharing their experiences with me. Then a lady ran up to me and told me that she hated and feared chickens, and tried to tear the bag from my arms and throw it on the ground. I tried to protect the baby in my arms, and my beloved chicken, as this woman battered and screamed and tore at me. The hatred in her was sickening.
It sounds funny, but I found it terrifying – would something terrible happen to my chicken? I stopped carrying it when I was out with the baby, out of fear that the chicken would attract danger that could affect the baby. The energy of the dream changed from pride and admiration of my chicken to dread and chaos.
Throughout the whole thing, Dr Glass distrusted the chicken handbag, muttering “that abomination” at it, hiding it under coats and scarves so he couldn’t see it in the house, and reminding me not to have it visible when I had the baby with me, or if I was walking home in the dark. He said it was making me too unsafe. He said it was haunted by energies that were dark and menacing. He kept insisting that I “unwreak” it, which I believe was meant to be the past tense of “unwrought,” in Dream Grammar: “YOU MUST UNWREAK IT”
But he says that about lots of stuff I make, all the time. I’ll show him a really good drawing, or a sculpture, or tell him about a dream I had about Teletubbies, and for SOME REASON he usually just goes completely Elrond, like,
It’s just how he is.
But, yes, the dream was definitely getting OMINOUS. So in my dream I sought the advice of the creators of Skyravenwolf, who are practically astral beings in real life anyway, and they examined the handbag.
“The problem here is that you’ve accidentally ensorcelled it with the Spirit of Chickens,” they said gravely. (Ensorcelled was another word that the dream decided was part of everyone’s vocabulary.) This was because it was too realistic, and had attracted the Spirit to take up residence.
“It is too powerful,” they continued. “Now it attracts everyone with a chicken-shaped hole in their life. Sometimes for good, sometimes for bad.”
“Oh no,” I said. “Was I very cruel to the spirit?”
“No,” they said. “It is not a common mistake for beginners, but the Chicken understands. In fact, it chooses the avatar, so it’s really not your fault.” They reassured me, kindly, because I was crying with how much of my fault it was. “You must always discourage this sort of thing before you start crafting.”
“How?”
“You must bang pot lids together, or hit a glass with a spoon, to create a frightening noise.”
“What should I do?” I begged.
“You could release the Spirit of Chickens,” they said, “or it might get bored and leave. Or you could keep it – it has great power to heal.”
I don’t know quite what I did in the end. There was one more scene; I think perhaps it was the final scene before the official Unwreaking of the Chicken. I had invited a large party of our friends and loved ones to our house. Holding glasses of wine and sitting on each other’s knees and playing on the floor with the baby, our friends filled the living room, as they do. I removed the Chicken from a box and passed it around. Everyone held it, some jokingly, some seriously. They began to laugh, or cry. It seemed mystical, but safe. I woke up before the Chicken came back to my hands.
IN REAL LIFE
I pondered the dream for a few days. The thing is, the creators of Skyravenwolf are Proper Druids. I eventually sent them a message telling them about my dream. I felt self-conscious, but they are astral beings.
They took it quite seriously. They had just undertaken a commission for a chicken handbag, and thought my dream had been helpful and timely. They said they would take all precautions.
I am squeaking with laughter, but honestly, that DOES sound rather terrifying, and I can see why you were unnerved.
This seems like an eminently sensible precaution. Especially since I’m not entirely sure if I want to share my dream about the Haunted Chicken Handbag, or if it’s better to contain its powerful energies.
“…it’s really not your fault.” They reassured me, kindly, because I was crying with how much of my fault it was.
is sort of like the noise my brain makes all the time, unless I have it tuned to a particular channel.
The first immigrants to Europe arrived thousands of years ago from central Asia. Most pre-contact Europeans lived together in small villages. Because the continent was very crowded, their lives were ruled by strict hierarchies within the family and outside it to control resources. Europe was highly multi-ethnic, and most tribes were ruled by hereditary leaders who commanded the majority “commoners.” These groups were engaged in near constant warfare.
Pre-contact Europeans wore clothing made of natural materials such as animal skin and plant and animal-based textiles. Women wore long dresses and covered their hair, and men wore tunics and leggings. Both men and women liked to wear jewelry made from precious stones and metals as a sign of status. Before contact, Europeans had very poor diets. Most people were farmers and grew wheat and vegetables and raised cows and sheep to eat. They rarely washed themselves, and had many diseases because they often let their animals live with them. Religion infused every part of Europeans’ lives.
Europeans believed in one supreme deity, a father figure, who they believed was made of three parts, and they particularly worshiped the deity’s son. They claimed that their god had given humans domination over the earth. They built elaborate temples to him and performed ceremonies in which they ate crackers and drank wine and believed it was the body and blood of their god, who would provide them with entrance into a wondrous afterlife called heaven when they died. Many wars were fought over disagreements about the details of this religion, each group believing their interpretation was the right one that should be spread across the land.
Now imagine that is part of a textbook that has entire chapters on the Mississippian polities of the 1200s and a detailed account of the diplomatic situation of the southeastern provinces in the 1400s and 1500s, an enormous section that goes through the history of the rise of the Triple Alliance in Mexico and goes through the rule of each tlatoani and their policies, the heritage of Teotihuacan and its legacy in later Mesoamerican politics, elaborate descriptions of the trade routes that connected and drove various nations in North America. Long explanations of the rise of various religious movements such as the calumet ceremony and Midewiwin, and how they affected political agendas and artistic trends. Pages and pages and pages going through the past thousand years of American history century by century.
And these three paragraphs are the only mention of European history before the year 1500.
I’ve been thinking about my old jobs a lot, and I remembered something I had long-since forgotten that I wanted to bring up, which is A Thing that every hourly worker in the U.S. NEEDS TO KNOW.
Employers CAN NOT require you to work without pay.
You might be thinking, “Yeah, no shit, Styna!” But here’s the thing… Sometimes, work doesn’t always look like ‘work.’ And, sometimes, employers try to get away with not paying you for work, because it doesn’t necessarily look like ‘work.’
FINALLY got good pics of the pins + backing cards! please consider the top left a desperate plea for folk to spell Grim’s name with a singular m, as God & Their Angels intended
if anyone wants a pin sent their way, go here for the eggs & here for the poses
Urocyon's Jaunts 2.0 
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