My Little Mjolnir

It's very hard to find a small Mjolnir. Being a representation of the thunder god's most cherished weapon tends to not lend itself to descriptions such as 'small' or 'delicate'.



The early Mjolnir pendants, such as this one discovered in Denmark, were often times made of stone or iron, and ranged from intricately detailed works of art to rough, simple almost abstract shapes. They were first worn as protective talismans, but soon also became defiant symbols of faith as Christianity spread into the Germanic lands. Today they can be found recreated as nearly identical reproductions of the ancient pendants, or with entirely new designs and engravings. But on the whole they are still rather large and clunky. Which is why I was elated when my fiance found me this one at the Ren Faire in San Francisco years ago.



It was most certainly delicate, though not terribly small, measuring about 1.5" by 1". When it comes to the jewelry I wear on a daily basis, I like tiny things on small chains. Light and airy things. And though I love this Mjolnir, it is sometimes a bit much for every single day.
Last weekend, me and my fiance were poking around The Lucky Monkey gift shop in Bellingham, looking for a birthday card for my best friends daughter. And there it was. Back in the shadowy pagan corner. The tiniest Mjolnir ever.



Eeep! It is so small. I just had to have it. Funds have been low lately, and it was smack dab in the middle of the sterling silver jewelry tray. I dreaded the response, and almost couldn't bring myself to ask the fateful words 'How much?'. My jaw nearly hit the floor when the sweet heart behind the counter said six bucks. Six bucks. For a sterling silver Mjolnir. My birthday is next month, so I told Morgan he would have to come back and pick it up for me. He gently responded screw that, we're getting it now. Eeee!



So now I have the tiniest of tiny Mjolnirs. It is darn near dwarfed by my original one. I couldn't wait to get home and make a chain for it. I strung it up with sterling and fresh water pearls, and it is just perfect.




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The Sun Is Finally Out

... and boy are the kitties happy. It's been cloudy and overcast for quite a while here in my wonderfully soggy Washington, but the sun came out today and was greeted by fluffy cats flumping in every sun beam they could find.



This is Nick. She is a big fuzzy lump of Norwegian Forrest cat. I have never had a cat that took flopping so seriously. She excels at the sport. Ninety percent of the time you will find her cradled in pillows and piles of blankets. And she does it in such a way that she can fall asleep on her back, front paws hovering over her chest and back paws akimbo. The goddess Freya, when not riding her boar, rides in a chariot drawn by cats. Some think that it was in fact the Norwegian Forest cat that was up to this task. If so she wouldn't have gotten very far with Nick.



Bagheera, the big black Indian Fishing cat mixed with Siamese, and Frank, the Birman, prefer more dignified sniggling.

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