Art Of Baba Yaga

Back in the beautiful 90s (yes, I do miss them very much) deep within a tangled wood in a Yorkshire moorland valley, sat Baba Yaga's hut. I was seven when I first learned about it, and I was told, extremely convincingly, that it stood on chicken legs and would wander around at will. I was… Continue reading Art Of Baba Yaga

Special Things For Your Little Shadow

Ever since I discovered out I was pregnant, I've been finding it really, really hard not to spend hours at a time browsing the astounding range of meticulously handcrafted goods available for little shadows on Etsy. Once I get started, I think of another search term, then another, then another... Sometimes I just let myself… Continue reading Special Things For Your Little Shadow

Supernatural Collective Nouns

Fuck the sun, spend your evening wallowing in these supernatural collective nouns. My favourites have to be: An exigency of wendigoes A degradation of wraiths A solace of babas yaga A cavalry of valkyries Hell, I really, really REALLY want to see an artist take on the task of illustrating everything you see on the… Continue reading Supernatural Collective Nouns

Monday’s Wyrd Findings

I have a long-standing fascination with Baba Yaga. I first encountered this Eastern European folkloric character at the tender age of seven. There was a hut in the woods near my school which, I was told, was her house. Naturally, this terrified me, but I was an odd child, and thrived on fear. I’m utterly… Continue reading Monday’s Wyrd Findings