I have no #LaugardagsLetin. Just clothes I threw on to scrub the bathtub, more clothes I threw on to drive down to the library. My hair's out of my eyes, that's my style.

Today's #LaugardagsLetin is all about comfort, because today's a writing day. An inspirational T-shirt, torn jeans, warm socks, and just enough product to keep my hair out of my eyes.

Runskra stands in the snow by dead grass and an iced-over creek, wearing a green linen tunic and heavy wool mantle.

A large leather rune-pouch, with a short stick on a lace holding it shut.

I marched down to the Giantess's Glade (-17°C after wind chill), excited to get the cold on my skin. The weather kept most people away except for a couple hardy souls.

My BIL made this beautiful leather rune-pouch for me, large enough to rummage through for a drawing. #LaugardagsLetin

It's a perfect #LaugardagsLetin.

A middle-aged man with a bushy goatee, wearing a sheep's wool mantle, kneeling before a modest altar on a book shelf.

Getting ready to do some creative writing tonight, needed to evoke a couple giantesses for guidance and support. Let no one say this #LaugardagsLetin has no style.

An old man with salt-and-pepper goatee, slicked back hair, glasses, and a sandy-colored shirt, sitting in a messy office.

Argh, not one week in and I blew it. #LaugardagsLetin was supposed to be #SaturdayStyle. Today, #SjálfuSunnudagr, is #SelfieSunday.

Well, fine. Mopey is my style, yesterday's post stands. Now, what's #OldNorse for "I woke up like this"?

An old man with a bushy goatee and dark blond hair shaved on the sides sits on a bank of large rocks by a creek, surrounded by trees.

Well, let's see this all the way through. This is me down at the glade, where I go for grounding and reflection. I see so much of my father in this shot; OTOH, all he wanted to see in me was himself and found me lacking.
#LaugardagsLetin