Victoria Chapman
@mother-of-crows.bsky.social
Here for Welsh folklore and witchery
Weekend reading. :Bog People, A Working-Class Anthology of Folk Horror". Absolutely corking.
October 25, 2025 at 1:35 PM
Weekend reading. :Bog People, A Working-Class Anthology of Folk Horror". Absolutely corking.
We went to a lecture about Welsh folklore and place. At the Q&A, lady suggests "telling your spooky stories in a castle by candlelight. It would be spooky". She was English. Over 1000 years of folk culture boiled down to something whimsical and twee. 1/2
March 24, 2025 at 9:49 AM
We went to a lecture about Welsh folklore and place. At the Q&A, lady suggests "telling your spooky stories in a castle by candlelight. It would be spooky". She was English. Over 1000 years of folk culture boiled down to something whimsical and twee. 1/2
Just saying....
February 11, 2025 at 10:01 PM
Just saying....
I bought a bag online for academic folklore/witchy/ library adventures, and this was in the pocket. Where it will now live forever. Hungarian currency going hard.
January 9, 2025 at 11:37 AM
I bought a bag online for academic folklore/witchy/ library adventures, and this was in the pocket. Where it will now live forever. Hungarian currency going hard.
Christmas mug.....
December 26, 2024 at 12:22 PM
Christmas mug.....
The women of my family have been making a Christmas pudding to this recipe for six generations. All those Christmasses, a little light, persisting.
December 25, 2024 at 5:52 PM
The women of my family have been making a Christmas pudding to this recipe for six generations. All those Christmasses, a little light, persisting.
Here is Wally Whiskers. Our FIV positive rescue, on a supervised outside visit.
December 20, 2024 at 9:52 AM
Here is Wally Whiskers. Our FIV positive rescue, on a supervised outside visit.
Christmas treasure from The Tolkien Society.
December 18, 2024 at 12:29 PM
Christmas treasure from The Tolkien Society.
Absolute score from my work Secret Santa!
December 16, 2024 at 7:01 PM
Absolute score from my work Secret Santa!
I did a double take when I saw this. I have one of your Mari's in my window I think. Beautiful work.
December 5, 2024 at 4:06 PM
I did a double take when I saw this. I have one of your Mari's in my window I think. Beautiful work.
The culprit...
December 5, 2024 at 8:01 AM
The culprit...
Not just a phase.
December 4, 2024 at 4:31 PM
Not just a phase.
Putting bows on my outside cats did not go as planned, and I have created a folk horror monstrosity.
December 2, 2024 at 4:18 PM
Putting bows on my outside cats did not go as planned, and I have created a folk horror monstrosity.
Death of the old year. Owls made by me and Mari Lwyd from Liz, my sister of the arcane.
December 1, 2024 at 4:53 PM
Death of the old year. Owls made by me and Mari Lwyd from Liz, my sister of the arcane.
Yes he is wearing a body warmer, but he is an old man and ought not get cold.
November 29, 2024 at 10:32 PM
Yes he is wearing a body warmer, but he is an old man and ought not get cold.
I've become obsessed with putting my cat in occult/folklore settings and cannot be stopped.
November 29, 2024 at 9:55 AM
I've become obsessed with putting my cat in occult/folklore settings and cannot be stopped.
You'll all be relieved to know that I'll be carrying my nonsense into 2025 with this gorgeous calendar from The Museum of Witchcraft and Magic.
November 27, 2024 at 1:55 PM
You'll all be relieved to know that I'll be carrying my nonsense into 2025 with this gorgeous calendar from The Museum of Witchcraft and Magic.
Today's treasures... the little train has made me so happy.
November 26, 2024 at 12:49 PM
Today's treasures... the little train has made me so happy.
On the moor above Zennor (with the church where the mermaid comes to sing), lies Alastair Crowley's alleged summer residence. Derelict now, but worth the hike for the otherworldly atmosphere. I am superstitious enough to have knocked on the threshold, and leave silver in the hawthorn.
November 25, 2024 at 5:08 PM
On the moor above Zennor (with the church where the mermaid comes to sing), lies Alastair Crowley's alleged summer residence. Derelict now, but worth the hike for the otherworldly atmosphere. I am superstitious enough to have knocked on the threshold, and leave silver in the hawthorn.
