A one-of-a-kind handmade whimsical frame — for those who know that the most interesting conversations happen after midnight, with the right company and a properly prepared board. A real cat skull gazes out from deep red velvet, framed by frame within a frame :) . Black lace drapes around the skull and the rabbit paws below, which are crossed in a manner that is either reverent or simply comfortable — it is difficult to say. Under the rabbit ears, a crow skull keeps watch, and above it all sits an ouija planchette pendant in silver and black, complete with bat and the word GOODBYE, which she wears not as a farewell but as a greeting to the things that most people prefer not to greet. In the jaw, an obsidian orb rests with the quiet authority of something that has been watching longer than anyone in the room. The ears are adorned with a small collection of earrings accumulated over what one suspects has been a very long and eventful existence. The frame is hand-cast, hand-painted and silver-toned, frame within a frame, baroque and unapologetic, the kind of frame that knows exactly what it is for. This is a piece about the long game — the comfortable familiarity with darkness that comes not from drama but from simply having been around long enough to find it rather pleasant. _______________________________ Details: Real cat skull Real preserved rabbit fur ears with earring charms Real preserved rabbit paws Crow skull Obsidian orb — in the jaw Ouija planchette pendant with bat Ring of small mammal bones Black lace around skull and paws Deep red velvet backing Hand-cast, hand-painted ornate black and silver frame — frame within a frame Back finished with lace and Morbid Oddities logo _______________________________ Processing: Ready to display. One of a kind — you will receive the exact piece shown. _______________________________ Shipping Carefully packaged to ensure safe delivery. Original design — no copies permitted. _______________________________ Size 29 cm × 19 cm × 10 cm _______________________________ LORE There is a particular kind of creature who has never found the night especially alarming. She has been known to spend entire evenings in the garden with her ouija board propped against the garden wall and a small ring of bones arranged on the table beside her tea, her ears adorned with whatever she collected on her last outing, her paws folded with the unhurried patience of someone who has all the time in the world and knows it. She is fond of red, of silver, of the word Goodbye — which she uses, she will tell you, as a hello to the things worth talking to. The crow on her head is not a decoration. He is a colleague. They have an arrangement that suits them both, and neither of them feels the need to explain it to anyone. She does not consider herself gothic. She considers herself well-connected. There is a difference, and she finds it a perfectly reasonable one.
