wooden bowl

“Treated myself to a bow turning today. This whopper has been drying for many months now and has been tempting me for a while now. 400mm diameter by 200mm high, from a storm damaged yew tree, felled within sight of my workshop. The tree surgeon aged the tree at pushing 500years old. Stunning character and figure, and a wildly dangerous to turn, but gorgeous live edge inclusion!…..”

today’s daydreams: shiplap, fields of lavender, lace curtains with the sun shining through, honey bees that are my friends, ripe blueberry bushes that fill wooden bowls to the brim, and trees with blooming leaves of green. everything is so much softer in the spring. 🌿🌷

How many times has Yuuri passed by the chocolate store passively thinking “what if I could give Victor Nikiforov these…” and then he catches himself and laughs like “pfft. never happening. that’s just stupid.”

And years later, here Victor is, trying to bring Hell into the kitchen by making a chocolate cake, which he claims is for White Day, apparently—and though Yuuri can’t remember ever telling him about that tradition, he walks into the kitchen and picks up a bowl and wooden spoon, saying “Let’s make it together. Just like we did for Valentine’s.”

i think i wanna marry you

pairing: shawn x reader

word count: 516

warnings: none

Cool, morning air lightly hung in the kitchen as the smell of spring wafted through the open window over the sink. Two figures sat across from each other at a circular, wooden table over bowls of cereal and basked in the comfortable silence of their home. A tall, skinny vase sat between the two of them and a single daisy stood in the clear structure. The dark haired boy twisted it around slightly so that the petals were facing his girl. She smiled at him and reached out for the carton of milk on the table to pour a little more into her bowl.

“Alright. Let’s do this.” His raspy morning voice broke the serenity of the kitchen. 

“Huh? Do what?” She asked, confused and still half asleep as a spoonful of cereal hung between her fingers.

“I wanna marry you today.” He told her seriously and sincerely, his dark eyes never leaving hers. 

The spoon she held fell from her grip into the bowl with a clang and little drops of milk splashed out onto the table top. She spluttered slightly as air got caught in her throat and she patted her chest lightly in response.

He laughed a bit at her response, but still pressed on. “So, are we doing this thing? Wanna get married?" 

"Shawn, are you being serious? You want to get married today? We’ve got nothing planned… Today?!" 

Shawn laughed again and his teeth sparkled in the early morning sun. His dark eyes lit up at the sight of her, despite the slight bags under them and the red rings that had formed around them. Shawn reached his hand out on the table and placed his large hand on top of hers. 

She bit her lip in excitement and looked into his eyes for just a second. Her hair was a mess from the bed she had left only ten minutes ago and she probably still had some sleep gunk in the corners of her eyes. She wore only slightly embarrassing bright pyjamas with oversized, fluffy, pink slippers and an old dressing gown to match. A few angry, red spots had unfortunately found a new home on her chin and forehead and a few wild eyebrow hairs had managed to escape the wrath of her tweezers. Amongst all that, Shawn still thought she was beautiful. Beautiful enough to propose to over the breakfast table and beautiful enough to want to go to bed that night as her husband. 

Shawn pulled the daisy out of the vase and presented it to her across the table. "So, are you gonna leave me hanging? Or are we doing this thing?” He asked with a cheeky smile. 

She gripped his hand that was still in hers on the tabletop and stole the daisy from between his fingers. She brought it to her nose and hid her face behind it for just a second. She twirled the daisy in her fingers and looked into his chocolate eyes over the top of the spinning petals. Then, a wide grin broke out on her face. 

“Let’s do this thing.”


Loyal Loot Collective makes these amazing bowls carved out of rough logs (bark still intact) and hollows out the top in a bowl form that is lacquered with wild, glossy color.

The juxtapositions of rough/shiny, rustic/slick, earthy/colorful are what make this collection so irresistible.

Healing Spell & Potion for Sore Throats

  • Small bowl & wooden spoon 
  • small seal-able container
  • 4 tbsp honey 
  • 1 tsp of ginger
  • 1 tbsp of lemon juice
  • hot water 

Blend together honey and ginger, then lemon juice. As you are stirring the lemon into the mixture nice and slowly, speak this simple chant: “May this illness leave my body. May this potion heal my body and my voice.”

Seal the mixture in a small container. Over the course of a few days, take a small spoonful of your mixture and place it in a cup. Add hot water to the mixture to make a tea. Breathe in the steam through your mouth and drink the tea to ease your symptoms. 

Repeat at least once a day until no more of the mixture remains.

I have been suffering from a cough for the past few days. For others in similar situations, here is a spell to help us speed our recovery. Don’t forget to drink plenty of liquids, both hot and cold. Do not be afraid to use lozenges and cough syrup, as well as this spell, for assistance in recovery.