Happy Bearded Birthday.

And so it was that yet another year had passed, and December 11th was once again upon her. Happy friggin' birthday, me.
Now, some folks take this opportunity to dwell on the rapid decline of youth's heyday, and others get hit by serious angst about all manner of things they have yet to achieve in the process. My personal preference this year involves neither course of action. Instead, i'll face this annual aging party head on. Bring it, 24. I'll take you on with a Facial Hair theme-party (an account of which will surely follow), armed with champagne and bearded cupcakes . 
And these lil presents (that i may or may not have bought for myself).

A book, or four. Grimm's Fairy Tales. I've been wanting to get an edition of the original tales for a long while now; these are the hardcore, hardly happily-ever-after versions, not that sugar-coated Disney rubbish. Why eat gingerbread when you can eat children?


The Greatest Show On Earth is rather simply and conclusively subtitled "The Evidence For Evolution". Go on Dick, tell 'em.


I feel like some quality time with the daddy of Gonzo is long overdue, so i'll save Kingdom of Fear for the Christmas holidays.


On Monsters is "An Unnatural History of Our Worst Fears". I was drawn to the cover before i even knew what the book was about, and so i was even more chuffed when i scanned the contents: Ancient, medieval, scientific, psychological, contemporary and futuristic - this book covers the whole monstrous spectrum. Especially looking forward to reading about mischievous taxidermists, monstrous births, freaks and creeping flesh, all of which have a section devoted to them.

Then i came across this dress while buying a scarf at Cybershop in Kamppi. At 34 euros, it really was a steal, and very little persuasion was required to convince me of its loveliness. i really like the cut, and the little bow is quite adorable. Also, it'll look rather fetching coupled with a beard.