The Early Autumn installment of Stacked is here! 30+ book reviews covering septuagenarian serial killers, buggy folk horror, crime scene cleaners battling hungry ghosts, creepy space barges full of frozen corpses, and more! What have you been reading? unquietthings.com/late-summer-...

Tried to summon autumn by making apple cider donuts and somehow conjured a hurricane instead.

Forest Rogers is an artist who captures beings poised at the verge of transformation. At Unquiet Things, I explore an artist who instinctively knows how to sculpt the ineffable into graceful reality. unquietthings.com/creatures-po...

Put stickers on a water bottle, highlighted a book, and wrote about both. Baby steps and silly stuff. On the blog today: Little Sarah Does The Fucking Thing (Stickers + Highlighters Edition) unquietthings.com/little-sarah...

Serviette Byronic Hero. Underripe raspberry swimming in oversized leather jacket, smoking the wrong end of a cigarette. The raspberry has Chuck Bass's face. The shadow it casts is an equally scrawny and pitiful rose. The rose has no face, and yet it is screaming, white noise, static, a broken radio.

I was searching my blog trying to find a particular perfume review, and good heavens, I cannot believe there was ever a time I spent this much effort into putting makeup on my face. This is for a video where I shared all my @bpal.bsky.social favorites www.youtube.com/watch?v=7HBY...

My feelings were too big and I wrote too much about today’s scent of the day, so I present to you my thoughts on Oddity Delulu thusly:

Bodies that abandon predictable rhythms require creative approaches to pattern-finding. Ancient oracles would probably understand! On the Unquiet Things blog: Playtexomancy; Or, Spotting Patterns unquietthings.com/spotting-pat...

Scent of the day for the fall equinox: Sarah Baker Perfumes Tartan. A rich woody tobacco-y landscape through the window of an October afternoon, balanced by leather and smoky, peaty whiskey. It conjures wooly earthen moss, the molten gold of autumn, and skeins of snow geese low on the horizon.

I had a bizarre email exchange last week, and I wrote a bit about it ☕: Well, that was weird (or, how definitely not to pitch a collaboration). unquietthings.com/well-that-wa...

A bit late on one count and a bit early on the other a tad late: seasonal rituals in two slides... 1. How to Wear the Autumn Equinox 2. How to Wear the Summer Solstice a few months late. (Please forgive the out-of-season sartorial faux pas, Beverly Sutphin!)

Scent of the day: Midnight Stinks, episode 575: blood milk jewelry x @bpal.bsky.social Dreaming Mandragora. Baptismal linen, lavender-pressed moth-eaten sweetness. Fae changeling cradled in lace and linen, ruffled sack of secrets. Mound of dirt spiced and sweet, loam and leaf, twig and root.

A new interview today at Unquiet Things with an artist who makes the eerily impossible feel inevitably haunted. Between Make-Believe and Memory, Conjuring What Never Was: A Conversation with Benz and Chang. unquietthings.com/between-make...

Scent of the day: Liis Celestial Object A tender comfort in the annihilating face of the aloof suns, the indifferent cosmos, the total dark sublime. A small silhouette emerging from deep shadow, arms extended skyward toward infinity, engulfed in a lullaby of sepia and softness and warmth.

I have finally purchased the magic spoons which will ensure perfect soup in perpetuity. IT’S SOUP SEASON Y’ALL.

Scent of the day: Arcana Wildcraft The Stars.Aldehydes, electric, immediate; sharp brightness dilating your pupils involuntarily in a dark room. Charles Burchfield's Orion in Winter translated into scent: stars throbbing with impossible light, night sky crackling with energy.

Scent of the day: DSH Perfumes Prophecy. This is an incense for the girlies, a "burn this stuff in the background of your IG reels while Hozier sings something brooding about desire and divinity and you arrange rose quartz crystals on your nightstand" vibe.

Yes I did just write a perfume review that ended with "like a proto-Labubu in a bottle."

Scent of the day: Atelier des Ors Lune Féline Extrait. A hooded figure watching from beyond the shadows, but shadows of what, and why in a place no shadow should be? The insidious intrusion, the confounding juxtaposition, the thing found in the wrong place. A stirring of things best left unstirred—

I really hate "photo dump" as a turn of phrase, but I didn't know what else to call this blog post. Picture parade? Photo fiesta? Ugh, too corny. Anyway, I went to Seattle! This photo is edited in b&w because my roots look real awful! unquietthings.com/i-dont-want-...

Ývan found the best pajama pants

yesterday’s flower situation

Hydration shmydration. Did I purchase a big ass water bottle just to showcase my @rebeccachaperon.bsky.social sticker collection? You bet your butt I did.

I watched one random video about some Japanese stationery awards and I became immensely and immediately influenced.

Scent of the day: Aesop Rōzu, a thread A rose I immediately enjoy is a rare creature indeed, and this one conjures the fierce tenderness of Yosano Akiko's verse. I don't know how this extraordinary poet would feel about this fragrance, but we are channeling her today for these impressions…

When life gives you carrots that look like warty little weenuses, make carrot top pesto. unquietthings.com/when-life-gi...

This past summer, I wrote about many more of the artists whose works have appeared in my books. Read more here. Dispatches From The Deepest, Darkest Places: Jana Heidersdorf’s Fairy Tale Subversions. unquietthings.com/dispatches-f...

From the archives! This time last year, I compiled all the olfactory offenses I've experienced into one putrid exposé, celebrating why bad perfumes sometimes tell great stories, and why we are weirdly captivated by the things we despise. unquietthings.com/when-we-love...

September's perfume marinade covers fragrance as atmosphere—from spectral suburban windows to 80s vampire movies, smugglers' inns to my existential dilemma of figuring out figs. www.patreon.com/posts/138512...

I am back from my travels, my Pango shop is open again, and I have all kinds of wonderful books available to ship immediately! pangobooks.com/bookstore/gh...

Mentally I am here. Physically, I was also there (in front of these paintings a few days ago, anyway.) Stepping off the plane this morning back into an impenetrable wall of swampy, soupy overheated humidity made me wish for the eerie atmospheres of Jamie Wyeth’s autumnal pumpkin patches.

…visions of Final Destination: Bloodlines were going through my head the entire time we were walking across the glass floor…! Thank god there was no MRI machine on site.

We strolled to the Frye Art Museum in Seattle to peek at the Jamie Wyeth exhibit …and lo and behold! Look what I found in the gift shop! I left a note and a bookmark for whoever gives this copy of The Art of the Occult a home. ✨🖤✨

I know I am on vacation but I absolutely cannot let Kindle tell me I broke my reading streak. I will not fail you, Kindle! Currently reading in our hotel lobby, which Ývan initially declared “garish” hehehe.

Just a lil reminder that it’s good to stay curious, always. Resharing my favorite example. www.wbur.org/endlessthrea...

lil Vashon vacay day one

Here is my chaotic perfume sampling station as well as impromptu mini art gallery, and a link to all the perfumes that I sampled this past August unquietthings.com/august-perfu...

Midnight Stinks, episode 569: Hilde Soliani Miss Tranchant. Ramshackle wooden pier, salt-bleached planks sea wrack rot, shifting scrim of slate sky. Miss Akranes contest, bright bunting wilting in salt spray and sea mist, dripping gown and cracked rubber boots.

Earlier in the season I wrote about Hot Grandma Summer. In trying to make myself as comfortable as possible during the hottest months of the year, I took a page from the books of grandmothers. unquietthings.com/currently-ho...

On the Unquiet Things blog... Yuko Shimizu's illustrations, where ancient spirits share space with modern anxieties, and where every piece pulses with electric mythology. unquietthings.com/modern-myths...

leveling up my desk as a woman of a certain age

I know I am a bit late in sharing this, but you still might be able to find the July/August issue of @ruemorguemag.bsky.social on the stands, wherein you will find my piece “An Uncanny Coterie: Confessions of a Doll Collector,” a love letter to all the creepy porcelain beauties.

Scent of the day: Draconis from @bpal.bsky.social If a knife's edge could be lush, if an abattoir were opulent. If danger pricked thrice and bled on velvet were cast into the void. Satiny plums that ripened in the dark between stars, balsamic amber thick as the silence after the last hymn dies.

For the bookworms! I've compiled my Summer Stacked book reviews, featuring 44 books that I read over the last few months. This installment contains some of my most AND least favorite reads of the year (so far!) unquietthings.com/summer-stack...

Seattle friends! We’re headed your way next week! We love tiki bars and books and vintage stuff and perfumes and art and gardens and museums and coffee and weirdness! Please help me create a list of must-do, must-see, must-devour!

My Pango bookshop is continuously being updated with all kinds of good stuff! And weird, esoteric, strange stuff, too! pangobooks.com/bookstore/gh...

Another thing I did this summer was finally update my lonely YouTube channel with a wee bookshelf tour. I’ve only been promising this for five to six years now! I hope you'll take a watch, one, because getting nosy peeks at other people's shelves is a perpetual thrill! www.youtube.com/watch?v

I did a lot of writing this summer (including finishing a whole book!), but also reviews, magazine columns, and of course, blog posts. Tons and tons of blog posts. I can't wait to share it all! We'll start with the hard-hitting journalism: what's in my bag. unquietthings.com/whats-in-my-...

Taking a lil summer vacation from social media. You folks know where to find me.

If you barely do the Thing are you still a Thinger? This is the first sock I have finished in about six months. I really slowed down when I realized how messed up my right hand and wrist had gotten (I’m a lefty, but still I’d like to be able to use both!)