Well, with the amount of work Mike has missed due to being super-sick with a cold, I could have recklessly indulged in a sewing machine destined to be used twice then put into display-mode, but I'm not bitter... just grateful that my own cold was brief and mostly on the weekend. (And hopeful that it really was a cold and that the worst is not yet to come.) Still, the realities of subbing show their grim side at these times.
But on the plus side, Mike loves subbing and looks forward to work each day, and he's used his better moments of downtime to make our home sparkle. (Which, after holiday sloth then going out of town then coming back to the untouched grading pile, makes me sparkle.)
But if I did have a sewing machine, I'd be making these! I've already emailed to ask if they can do a dwarf hamster.
And then if I did make them, I'd sell them on Etsy, a place that fascinates me if only because there are so many things I almost like there.
And then on Etsy, if you haven't noticed, there are certain, ahem, powerbloggers who sell "vintage finds" that everyone coos over, and I'm, like, seriously? Because I thought you people were all sophisticated with your BlogHer conferences and got out of the house more. I would link, but it would be unkind to otherwise nice people. After all, it's probably just me who doesn't "get" it. Also, Attack of the Rabid Fan Base is not a movie I wish to download at this time.
On the other hand, fear is the enemy. Here.
And then there are the Etsy sellers who get prints of their flashed-out un-white-balanced photos, punch a hole in the end, stick in some yarn, and call it a "bookmark" for five dollars, and then I get Ideas... dangerous, late night Ideas... It's a good thing that work is on an even keel at the moment, or these Ideas might lead to actual Schemes.
After another happy Pratchett adventure with Going Postal, I checked out six more TPs and am currently reading The Truth. I think my fave part of these books is their alternate history of inventions. Like, in The Truth, I get to read (if oversimplifying) a rather fun story of how the newspaper was invented. Unlike in our world, it involves dwarven technology and gossip about naked men knocking over cakes.
(At least, I don't think our newspapers have these origins. An evil side of me wouldn't mind editing Wikipedia to change that, but only because the "non-notable deletion" and "original research" controversies on Wikipedia prove that this otherwise great resource currently needs a serious clickwedgie. But that's another post.)
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