::sets her mantle as responsible mature High Priestess aside for just a moment::
I am RIDICULOUSLY excited about my new altar!
For years I used a microwave cart my brother gave me. He maintains to this day that he said “borrow” when he offered it, but I swear his exact words, “Hey (my given name here), do you want this microwave cart? It doesn’t fit in my room anymore.” Then I painted it and put animal decals on it and he was dumbfounded, apparently, to see that I’d personalized it and essentially claimed it for all time. It’s been an ongoing joke between us ever since.
So my husband I bought a house. And my brother wanted to give us a housewarming gift. So what does he do?
He MAKES me an altar.
That’s right, the photos below are the altar my brother HANDMADE for me, and he HAND-FINISHED it, too!
You have to understand. My brother was never an artist. He majored in economics in college. He works in international trade compliance. He only took the mandatory modules of shop class in middle school.
HE MADE THIS. For me. And it’s absolutely stunning. The pentagram is inlaid–he had to hand-cut the grooves to put it in.
The amount of love, and time, and energy that went into this…WOW. Just wow.
::hops up and down squealing like an excited schoolgirl::
::puts mantle back on::
Please enjoy these photos of my altar.