Church basement aesthetics:
Hot cocoa in a Styrofoam cup but there’s not enough room in the cup for a full packet of hot cocoa so it’s either too strong or too weak
A piano that hasn’t been played since the 1980s
A room that’s always closed and has adults talking behind it but you’re not quite sure who they are or if they ever leave
Donuts that you’re not allowed to eat
Scented markers and multicolored craft sticks in an old basket
Veggie tales on VHS and two rolling tvs on ancient tv stands
A room behind another room that has christmas decorations in it
This table:
that one bitch who’s always always wearing tights and a dress even though the basement never gets above like 55 degrees
Dusty ass bibles and one lone dusty ass hymnal
Old programs for concerts, baptisms, events, and VBS printed with black ink on colored 8.5″x11″ paper folded in half
Little acrylic bead craft projects in the shapes of lizards or cats that some girl made at church camp and forgot to take home
Glitter but not in the joyful gay way
Moms in fleece
This is fascinating to me because I never went to church, I’m not a Christian, and yet I can so clearly imagine this it’s like I was there
I can smell this post
