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Idgaf what the temps are, me and this stack of 🧡 carnelian from The Four of Wands and this 💚 (designed by and whipped up by yours truly 🕸) say 👏 it's 👏 Spooky 👏 Season 👏
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Genuine skeleton key earrings put together by me also. The keys themselves were a gift from my husband who found them in an old house 💀🗝

Yall check out this interview with my frand Crimson and Conjure 🌞 Talking all about Misfit Market this weekend! She mentions Loopy Ruby and all the other amazing vendors (including food and drink) and bands you can expect to enjoy at the market ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Fayetteville's weird and wonderful charm on display at Misfit Market - Fayetteville Flyer Fayetteville has always had the highest concentration of loveable weirdos per capita than any other city in Arkansas.

Collab announcement! 🦨💨💚 I'm so pleased to announce that author Deonna Baney, Children's Book Author and I have been plotting and scheming in preparation for the Cabot Strawberry Festival this Saturday May 4 🍓🎉🥰 See my previous post for link and info 🍓
🩷 You'll be able to pick up copies of her children's book 👉🏻 The Mysterious Smell That Didn't Sit So Well (inspiration for this one of a kind scarf and 2 sets of back-view coasters by yours truly also available) and its follow up ✌🏼The Mysterious Taste But I'm No Supposed To Waste 😜
🎉 This'll be my first market in a couple of years, so come see me!
🥰 4th slide = proof of life 😊

100% 🎯 every time. Somebody at the door, phone ringing, somebody's hongry 🤣🚫🧶

Every time! 😆

This is so interesting!!! 🤯 I never knew the Mississippi used to freeze over ❄️🥶 It would take lots of warm cozy wraps, hats,and gloves (handmade of course -- only the best!) to stay warm 🌡🔥 for one of those carnivals on the Old Man 💙❄️🥰

We were certainly all cold this past couple of weeks, but what do you think it would take to freeze the Mississippi River? For decades, the Mighty Mississippi froze every winter, and that border of the Ozarks, which personified the crossing into the frontier and all of the risks inherent in traveling past those edges of settled ground, turned into a winter festival, carnival, gambling den, eatery, and purveyor of terror for those not aware of the signs.

Those signs were soon recognized:

“That Mississippi River, dull and harmless as it usually looks, is one of the most unmanageable things in nature, and supplies the towns upon its banks with that element of peril that is a universal concomitant of human life,” James Parton wrote in the Atlantic Monthly in June 1867. “It never knows its own mind two years together, and rolls about in its soft bed like a sick hippopotamus. . . . The ice, too, is a thing of terror at St. Louis. . . . It gives no warning of the coming change, and, by degrees, the vigilance of the thousands who have reason to contemplate its breaking up with dread is relaxed. Suddenly, when no one is thinking of the river, a voice is heard crying, ‘IT MOVES!’”

But as often the case, the prospect of merriment and profit intervened. At times, up to 15,000 people were on the ice at once, strolling makeshift streets of planks, and shopping, eating, drinking and gambling in the many tents.

"Accounts from these festive days and nights became the stuff of legend, like this one about a young man preparing to sell booze from a tent:

Thoughtlessly, he failed to place wooden planks beneath his stove and as he sat on his stool next to the stove luxuriously warming his shins, the ice thawed and the proprietor and stove quickly sank out of sight. Later when a traveler stopped by and asked the Irish attendant where his boss was, he received the cool answer, “Faith, and he’s gone into the cellar!”" Then the terror, mayhem and destruction:

"It is a horrid circumstance of the breaking up, that, when the ice begins to go, it moves in an entire mass, so slowly and so silently that, for several minutes, no inexperienced person can discern the motion. The boy that first noticed the movement of the ice in 1866 was scolded by the by-standers for making a false alarm. As soon as it becomes certain that the ice has started, the fire-bells ring, and all the city hurries to the Levee, to prevent or witness the destruction of the steamboats. The broad sheet of ice, two or three feet thick, as it glides along, soon begins to bring a fearful strain upon the line of boats. Something must give way. Nothing can stop the motion of the ice, that has hundreds of miles of ice behind it, pressing on. Suddenly the silence is broken; the ice cracks; fissures yawn; some boats are crushed like paper; others are thrown violently against one another; some are forced partly upon the ice. . . . Seventeen steamboats were crushed and sunk in a few minutes. It is within the compass of human ability to provide a remedy for this annual danger. St. Louis must put on its thinking-cap and consider it."

Consider, they did, and they narrowed and deepened the channel so that the water flows fast, too fast to freeze enough to support the carnival of past years. A safer, more predictable expanse, but one has to wonder what that experience was like that endured so long--simple folly, or the thrill of testing nature's patience.

Source: https://mohistory.org/blog/frozen-mississippi

Photo credit A woman, possibly Annie Kuehn, crossing the frozen Mississippi River during the ice gorge of 1905. Missouri Historical Society Collections

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