Manon’s Lair

21/10/2026

And now for a little ingenuity within the Lair…

When storage space is at a premium, one must occasionally resort to a little ingenuity… and perhaps a whisper of abracadabra!

Today’s undertaking involved two rather unassuming iron brackets, a handful of screws and a determination to conjure a little more room within my ever-crowded Lair.

And lo and behold…a new resting place for my beloved, rather eccentric keyboard…well, well, well…who would have thought? 🤷🏻‍♀️

Of course, no creation within these walls could possibly be permitted to remain entirely mundane. A little embellishment was called for, and so the keyboard was adorned with woodland flourishes, creeping vines and gilded motifs befitting its surroundings.

Even the humblest practical contrivance must look as though it belongs in the dwelling of a woodland witch! 🍄

And there it sits…snugly nestled amongst the curiosities and…with scarcely an inch of precious bureau space sacrificed.

A small accomplishment, perhaps…but a rather most satisfying one!

After all, here at Manon’s Lair, even the most ordinary corners are afforded a little enchantment.

Manon’s Lair…where the mundane becomes the Magickal. ✨

14/10/2026

What an utterly enchanting book! ✨

Only yesterday I ordered my 2027 Year of Growth Diary by Annie Tarasova of Dreamy Moons, and lo and behold, it arrived upon my doorstep today!

And what a treasure it is! A beautifully weighty, hardcover tome, bound in exquisite embossed fabric. There is something so wonderfully reminiscent of an olde world grimoire about it… a book just waiting to be filled with thoughts, dreams, intentions and whispered musings.

I can scarcely wait to put pen to paper and begin filling its pages! 🌙

Annie Tarasova

11/10/2026

Today…my darling, you would have turned thirteen.

One year ago, I baked you a birthday cake. Daddy and I sang Happy Birthday, showered you with kisses and held you close in our arms, blissfully unaware that it would be the last birthday we would ever celebrate together.

How mercifully innocent we were of the sorrow that lay ahead.

It has been just over seven months since I last cradled you in my arms, kissed your beautiful eyes and breathed in that familiar, precious scent that was yours alone.

And still…we struggle to comprehend that you are no longer here. That someone once so gloriously alive, so deeply woven into the very fabric of our existence, now dwells only in the sacred chambers of our hearts and memories…rather than in the warmth of our embrace.

Today, Daddy and I went to Manon’s Brasserie in the city to honour your birthday, to celebrate your beautiful life and the immeasurable gift of having been entrusted with your love.

Your photograph sat beside us…a little piece of you at our table.

Oh, my darling Manon…how I wished it had truly been you.

Though the veil now separates us, neither time nor death shall diminish the love that binds us. You remain, and shall forever remain, a part of our souls.

Happy heavenly birthday, our most Beautiful One.

With all the love our hearts shall ever hold…

Mummy and Daddy 💝###

09/10/2026

I fear I am quite beyond redemption! 🫣

It seems I simply cannot help myself…

Not even the humble plastic protector of my newly acquired keyboard has escaped the enchantments of the Lair!

A little gold, a flourish of foliage, a whisper of woodland whimsy…and lo! Yet another metamorphosis is complete.

For as I oft say, the mundane rarely crosses the threshold of the Lair and emerges quite the same.

Such is the fate of all things that fall into the hands of this incorrigible witch! 🌿🗝️

Manon’s Lair…where the mundane becomes the Magickal.

07/10/2026

06/10/2026

As I oft say, the mundane rarely crosses the threshold of the Lair and emerges quite the same.

Today’s small act of enchantment…the rather ordinary black wrist rest belonging to my new 7KEYS keyboard.

A little gilded filigree crept into the corners… curling vines, strange little flourishes and a winged creature or two, until the plain black surface began to resemble something rather more suited to an arcane scribe’s bureau.

I deliberately kept the centre bare, for this is still a working object rather than merely an ornament. Yet surely there is no decree stating that the useful must remain uninspired.

And so another small piece of the mundane has been claimed by the Lair.

Useful, yes. Ordinary… never.

🕯️🌿✨

06/10/2026

I love it! My new 7KEYS mechanical keyboard to use with my ipad.

It really does feel like an olde typewriter!