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Adriana Hightower
@adrianahightower.bsky.social
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• London • Toronto • Maine •
Oh, this is wonderful! Thank you for the most excellent concierge service!
December 6, 2025 at 10:14 PM
While I figure it out, I reckon I'm going to subscribe to yer website so you can at least get some of the £££ you deserve, and I get your glorious work. Lucky me, and boo hiss to bad publishers!
December 6, 2025 at 10:06 PM
I was completely unaware of the situation, and just last week bought a copy of 21st Century Yokel for my dad for Christmas. Just checked the publisher and damn, it's Unbound.

I'm in the US, and can't seem to find a Swift copy anywhere here. Any insight into how I can make sure you're paid properly?
December 6, 2025 at 9:59 PM
The pup is recovering really well, thank you for asking! Dogs are so resilient, it's amazing.

But her dinner kibble is still an hour away, so she is also STARVING and will probably DIE OF HUNGER any second now, which is very tragic. Poor thing.
December 4, 2025 at 9:05 PM
I love her work! I used to follow her on Twtter, and you've just prompted me to check if she's here, and yes! She's @aerialembroidery.bsky.social

When I have silly money to spare, I'm gonna buy a piece from her one day, I swear.
December 4, 2025 at 8:56 PM
Thank you very much! Those ear scritches were VERY appreciated. xx
December 3, 2025 at 2:10 AM
You're so lovely to say so, and I appreciate it very much. xx
December 2, 2025 at 10:18 PM
This is smart! I am definitely going to do that from now on.
December 2, 2025 at 10:17 PM
Thank you for the kind thoughts -- you're lovely to say so. xx
December 2, 2025 at 10:15 PM
I am definitely thinking about it! I really don't want this to happen to anyone else's fuzzy friend.
December 2, 2025 at 10:14 PM
You're lovely to say so, thank you. xx
December 2, 2025 at 10:11 PM
Tilda's a trooper, indomitably good-natured and trusting, and the vet says she'll recover. But I wish it hadn't happened to her. I wanted to give her a life free of fear.
December 2, 2025 at 4:56 PM
To their credit, the owner of the other dog was horrified and incredibly apologetic, and immediately sent me his vaccination docs. I definitely prefer to be attacked by a dog who's up to date with his rabies booster shots.

I guess this counts as lucky, but it doesn’t exactly feel like it, you know?
December 2, 2025 at 4:56 PM
Nobody really wants to acknowledge this, but the secret to truly excellent gravy is a teaspoon of Marmite whisked in while nobody else is watching.

You hate this fact. I hate it more. But there we are.
November 28, 2025 at 3:58 AM
Just the feeling of being cheerfully flummoxed and out of your depth is great for one's soul. It’s so liberating to abandon your sense of control! Order food by pointing at something good and happily hoping for the best. Get very, very lost. Laugh at yourself. Risk feeling dumb!
November 26, 2025 at 11:24 PM
Sheep, unlike pigs and cattle, really don't survive factory-farming at all, and so virtually all lamb is naturally pasture-raised. Sometimes their grass diet is supplemented with grain feed, but often not.

"Grass-finished" is just a dumb and fancy way of saying "this sheep was raised like sheep".
November 26, 2025 at 11:00 PM
We went out to dinner at 11 pm on our first night in Bilbao, and were utterly humiliated to realize that we were still the first people there. By about an hour. Mortifying. Absolutely crushing when you think you're being extremely cool + hip and then find out: no. Very much not.
November 25, 2025 at 3:13 AM
Recontextualize dinnertime as cosmopolitan and Spanish-influenced! It's not late, it's ::sophisticated::
November 25, 2025 at 2:52 AM
Of all the righteous wisdom in that snippet of Nemik's manifesto, that "Try" resonates the most. Just try.

Be frightened, be exhausted, be overwhelmed, but try.
November 24, 2025 at 10:31 PM
I'm a dual citizen, so rightfully distrusted by all sides, but it pains me to see biscuits causing strife between friends. I just want everyone to have lovely biscuits, period! Crunchy oaty hobnobs AND hot, flaky, buttery biscuits for everyone!

Let's gang up on the low-carb people. The TRUE ENEMY.
November 24, 2025 at 7:59 PM
This was me too. I remember feeling nauseated and tingling with dread every single day when I woke up and remembered that I had to go to school again.

And I was one of the lucky kids who did well and wasn't bullied! It was still torture.
November 24, 2025 at 6:34 PM
The good ones do!
November 24, 2025 at 6:20 PM
My delight in this mental image is very real.
November 24, 2025 at 3:37 AM