“Well, I suppose there’s no place like home,” she said.
“No,” said Granny Weatherwax, still looking thoughtful. “No. There’s a billion places like home. But only one of ’em’s where you live.”
- Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad
I am a bad traveller. I do not react well to the dry air in aeroplanes, I'm always a bit shy when speaking to new people and, sooner or later, I always want to come back home, wherever that is. The cult to travelling has been gaining popularity for a while, and for a very good reason. I, too, feel like I don't want to have a fixed address sometimes, and I just can't sit still in one city for long. Nevertheless, as wonderful as the prospect of a life of constant adventuring sounds, I seem to prefer the comfort of a cat's soft purr lulling me to sleep each night, rather than the growling of an unfamiliar engine.
Much to my own surprise, just last week I found myself boarding a plane to Copenhagen after booking the tickets a mere few hours beforehand. Rest assured that an entirely separate travel post will be up shortly, detailing what little time I had the pleasure of spending there. For now, let us focus on what I managed to shove into my suitcase at the last minute, so as to take up as little space as possible.
As I like to bring a piece of home along with me on my journeys, I could not resist taking this beautiful embroidered shirt, passed down to me by my grandmother. It is made of natural materials, so it would not irritate my skin no matter what, and it turned out to be perfect for the surprisingly hot Danish weather. Pairing it with a skirt and a pair of overalls turned out to be better than using a traditional apron, at least in this particular case. Of course, even the well-prepared travellers always forget to pack one thing or another. More often than not, the item I omit to bring is a suitable pair of shoes. It was by pure chance that I found these wonderful espadrilles while passing through one of the stores in the centre of the city. Finally, to complete this look, I added a gorgeous necklace, hand-woven out of oxidised silver and into traditional Scandinavian knots. Denmark is a Nordic country, after all. Just like with the espadrilles, I happened to be in the right place at the right time and spotted Elizabeth Arnstad's beautiful creations in a tiny and otherwise unassuming market stand.
The sweetest moment whilst we were taking these photos was when something soft landed on my arm. There, next to me, was a single, spotless white feather. As fellow witches will have already guessed, my flight home was a safe and comfortable one.
Thank you for reading, and I hope you have a magickal weekend. ☽🌕☾
|The unexpected appearance of this rainbow is the only reason I've added this photo.|
Top: VintageSkirt: SheIn
Necklace: Elizabeth Arnstad / Etsy