Ah, one last Ireland blog, as we can't properly do Ireland without mentioning Octokitty. I figured since the Convention was OCTOcon, I should bring it on along.
A point or two about Octokitty to begin. I have NO idea what Octokitty IS. There are many, it is not a singular entity. We have lots lying around the house, they appear. The Bengals love them. To near death. (Which is why THIS Octokitty acquired an eyepatch and prosthetic leg.) I gave one to the Dogs once. Bad plan. Sorry, Dude.
Joan of Dark sends them. (@joanofdarkknits on twitter) I think they are lucky. This Octokitty is, as far as I know, the only EvelynEvelyn Conjoined Octokitty. She knits them. She does Roller Derby too.
Which brings me to a point, if I may digress. (which I can, it's my blog and all) If you are lucky enough to know a Roller Girl personally and she texts you from an After Party, after winning the first bout of the season
asking if you are good enough friends for her to spend the next several hours drunk texting you: Say YES.
This will be hours of the best entertainment ever. I am sworn to secrecy and they aren't the sort of texts one repeats on such a Gentle Blog as this, but trust me.
I have a feeling it was probably the next best thing to BEING there.The Joan of Dark Blog is here
. What can be reported, no doubt will be.
Back to Octokitty. Here with Poppets, and a Plauge Rat. And coffee. Octokitty made friends all over the place.
Like Louisa, owner of Raven Books in Dublin.
Yes, there are Poppests all over Ireland. I think most people there carry a couple around. I didn't know this. Brought Octokitty and acquired that Plague Rat myself.
Lovely. SImply lovely. Art even. I should mention that all of these pictures so far were taken by Nathilie, except the first, which was Marjorie. Both of whom know far more about using a camera than I do. The next one is Nathilie I think. Then you get ME.
My little Spirit Guide around Dublin, Anabel, brought Cuthulu. (No Poppests or Rats for this girl, she goes striaght to, um, hell? The Top?) Her mother made this one for her. Especially for the Convention. Again, I say, Ireland is a pretty darn magic place. (Even tho she was Spanish, as is her Mother, who lives in Spain.)
What tourist expierence would be complete without a visit to Molly Malone, who wasn't EXACTLY a Fish Barrow weilder but a Lady of the Evening. Or she may have been both. Not sure. I had to chase off a LOT of tourists, (including one with an Eagle), and a Giant Leprechaun to take this.
Crypt. Entrance. No Octokitty. No pictures allowed inside. This was the one with the Lord Nobody Liked. Not for the faint of heart, this Crypt. No tea. Only, well, I think we all know what lies in Crypts.
Oh, look. Me and Octokitty. And that strange Bunny. On the train to Howth, where we would have climbed cliffs and hiked, had it not been freezing and if my legs weren't about to fall OFF.
Again, no Octokitty. But this is the real actual Crypt where one can get a nice cup of tea. You would have thought I would have say, taken pictures of IT, but no, this was all I have from my several visits.
No clue. But they were in drag and they came running down the street. I liked them. And will always wonder: Where were they going and should I have gone too?
Octokitty in the Yarn Shop in Wicklow, they day of the adventure with the Mad Knitter Siobhan. Not sure there are words for adventures involving Mad Knitters driving about the country in search of Alpaca. I will say this for them: They found it.
Here's a shot from today, Octokitty with my new Weeping Angel figure. Here you can see the Eyepatch, and new Leg that Siobhan knitted for it.
I speak the truth when I tell you I don't know what Octokitty IS. You'll have to ask Joan of Dark, she may tell you. She may not know. She may choose to keep that secret
I do know, I am glad it was with me.
As glad I was to have been in Ireland, which is to say:
Love and Remembering Ireland,