The Whimsical Muse
@whimsicalmuse
Theatre actor, bookstore connoisseur, autumn enthusiast, cat rescuer, educator, explorer of cobblestone streets, and defender of the Oxford comma.
I work hard because I have two mouths to feed. These are the mouths.
I’m not sure why they’re looking at me like this. I’ve never felt more judged and ashamed, and to be honest I don’t even know what in the bloody hell I did?
Standing up for what you believe in is important, noble, and necessary.
Never underestimate the therapeutic benefit of freshly-baked emotional support cinnamon rolls.
Sometimes, on a cold winter’s day, grilled cheese with tomato soup is everything the soul needs.
If being a crazy cat man is wrong, why would I want to be right?
With cold weather here and snow on the horizon, it was time to finally have the season’s first viewing of this delightful classic.
I work hard because I have two mouths to feed: These are the mouths.
Sometimes, happiness is found in the form of emotional support Christmas truffles.
Sometimes, it’s important to wear your Christmas shirt with your Christmas toboggan whilst sipping on some Christmasy coffee on a cool November day in front of an outdoor fire.
Judge me if you will, but it’s important to embrace your inner-pumpkin.
I love collecting unique covers of the gothic classics. This is one of my most cherished.
Latest truffle creation - raspberry crème truffles. Bon appétit!
Sometimes, self-care is making a batch of raspberry macarons.
If you don’t occasionally spend a Saturday making chocolate cherry truffles to temporarily escape from the world’s slow but inevitable descent into madness, then what’s the point?
Sometimes, on a rainy February Saturday, making a batch of miniature espresso-infused Pain au Chocolat can bring much-needed clarity to an otherwise chaotic world.
Sometimes, in order to make sense of the chaos going on in the world, it’s important to bake a batch of emotional support cinnamon rolls.
Why do my cats pose for photographs like they’re 18th-century aristocracy?
Every once in a while, one must indulge in grilled cheese with tomato soup.
Maybe this shouldn't bother me, but it does. Someone made me aware that this author (who has blocked me to ensure I cannot see he's copying my posts) is passing off several of my posts of mine as his own. Should I take it as a compliment, or genuinely be bothered? It just feels wrong to me.