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but I'm in a really good mood. This makes no sense, as the job hunt is still kinda trundling along (well, there are a couple of hopeful things on the horizon, but they're not quite formed enough to get really REALLY excited about), it's still icky warm and muggy out, the house is a complete mess, and I keep finding things I would cheerfully buy if I had spending money.
But none of that matters. Because I'm cheerful right now.
Huh. Maybe being kidnapped by Baba Yaga at the Solstice Parade and dragged through her hut flipped an internal switch. That certainly would be nice. Oh, and I want a Baba Yaga doll. I would be completely inept at making one myself, but I want one. A little scary old woman doll, that would sit in a mortar and hold a pestle.
This, of course, would sit on a shelf next to a black-haired porcelain doll dressed like myself. And if I could figure out how to modify a doll to look like Shechemist, I would.
But none of that matters. Because I'm cheerful right now.
Huh. Maybe being kidnapped by Baba Yaga at the Solstice Parade and dragged through her hut flipped an internal switch. That certainly would be nice. Oh, and I want a Baba Yaga doll. I would be completely inept at making one myself, but I want one. A little scary old woman doll, that would sit in a mortar and hold a pestle.
This, of course, would sit on a shelf next to a black-haired porcelain doll dressed like myself. And if I could figure out how to modify a doll to look like Shechemist, I would.