Featuring skeletons, trees, mountains, water, elk, and memes, not always in that order. I laugh at morbid things, I must have color in my life, and give me romance or give me death. Side blog of CovertEyes. See my beardie pics at CovertEyesHasADragon
I was asked by fellow elk enthusiast, @spiritofthemountainnaturephoto , to share my elk aesthetic. It took some time to get pictures together. The only thing I didn't get out was my copper-leaf elk ornament from Colorado, and that's because I'm not unpacking my Christmas ornaments.
This large elk tapestry is the prize of my collection. I don't know the history of it, but we think it came from my paternal great grandmother. It was the only thing I told my dad I wanted from him, and I unfortunately became the new owner of it last year. I still need to frame it properly, as it deserves better than being pinned to the wall, but that will happen soon.
I nearly forgot my first elk tapestry, found at a thrift store years ago! It's very small in comparison to the one above, and I've kept it stored away.
Next in line, another gift from my father. Except this sterling silver elk necklace was a high school graduation gift from him. (Also spotted are the dangling legs of my new skelly earrings I adore.)
To go with that necklace, I bought this elk-etched jewelry box. (Photographing shiny things is hard, y'all.)
I decided to include these deer earrings, along with a cheap, bejewelled stag pin, and some mountain earrings (below).
The wapiti petroglyph necklace was my first elk necklace.
The above elk chime is a recent purchase, a vintage pewter elk chime similar to one I had and lost during a move years ago (another gift from my father). I've had that elk key chain since my first car.
Next up are my sewing room decorations. The antler-thing-on-a-line is a fake eyelash I didn't want to ruin by wearing (after failing to apply its twin lol). The stag figurine was 3D printed by my nephew.
Now my elk sweaters, my favorites! I've been working on this collection for years. (My daughter stole my oldest sweater, so it's not pictured.) My absolute favorite is the purple King's hoodie, but I recently got the Utah hoodie that is equally soft. The top two sweaters are machine embroidered by me. You see the theme, right? (Note: The vibrant stag hoodie was made before AI existed, so it's not AI, even if it looks like it; it's also plastic and not warm at all.)
Lastly, my front room, my favorite room.
The deer antlers, the jackalope, and the elk chair (handmade by my cousin 30 years ago) were inherited from my father. The elk rug was a gift from my daughter.
It's hard to show scale, but the antlers on this bookcase are four feet long! After my dad died, my brothers and I dismantled his giant elk-antler lamp and each took an antler. Also pictured are a deer statue from Ghana and my dad's favorite hat.
Years ago, I worked at an embroidery studio and made this elk blanket for everyone in my family.
Behind the couch is the elk antler lamp my brother made, a much smaller version of the one we dismantled.
And here it is in the daytime.
I've been pretty careful about the elk stuff I collect, since I don't live an outdoorsy lifestyle; I can't just decorate lodge style. Besides, I like pretty! And since I think this is a pretty scene, I'll end here.
(Outside, you can just make out Kladivco, my giant skelly, in two pieces.)
'Stag meeting a Unicorn'.
Historical artwork from 'The Book of Lambspring', (1749) edition, showing a meeting between a stag and a unicorn in a forest clearing.
In alchemical tradition, the stag sumbolises the Sun and the Unicorn represents the Moon - a union of opposites, harmony of energies.
Meanwhile, “utter” works for the first (e.g., “you utter floorboard”) but somehow “utterly” doesn’t seem to work as well for the second (“I was utterly floorboarded”).
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
we have a shirt somewhere that’s too small for us now, but it’s older than we are (and we’re 63) and was a handmedown from a friend’s older brother when we were a teenager, and he’d had it from an older friend too - and we only ever met the brother once but we had a very secret crush on him
when my stomach hurts I make peppermint tea with two teabags instead of one bc of an old friend Josh making it like that on a bad comedown at an after party.
