Random nattering

Oof, I am tired. I really shouldn't be (well, except for the fact that my body clock is still a bit wonky from traveling last week, and the weekend was packed with wheeeeeeee socializing!), but I feel like I'm about to nod off over my cup of tea.

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Huh, weather. Look, I know that it needs to be sunny and warm for the sake of the plants, because if it isn't, then domestinatrix and minim_calibre are not going to be able to make as much jam (yes, that is how minim_calibre put it to me), but I've got to say, I like the overcast, the rain, and the general gloom. Go ahead, sigh exasperatedly at me and shake your head. I'm used to it.

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In between editing topics, I'm browsing Etsy for shiny things. YES, I know I shouldn't, because heaven knows I don't REALLY need any more clothes. But stripey Victorian-esque shrugs! Stripey collars! Reversible stripey collars! Black velvet and feather capelets! Skull-festooned top hats! (Hi Carlee!)

(Yes, all of those were clicky-links, and my goodness could I have used more exclamation points if I tried? Well probably, but I won't for the sake of everyone's sanity. Just imagine the flailing hands and squeaks of glee, okay?)

Dear Self, you do not really have time to play rummage through all the wardrobes and create new outfits. No you do not. In your free time you MUST WRITE. You need to write a new column, not to mention the rest of the other writing. When you are not writing, you should be working on stuff for the Punk Rock Flea Market. Which means no extended wardrobe remix games.

The things that can be found on the interwebs

When I speak longingly of wanting to go to a picnic, yes, I DO envision something like this. (Clicky-link of gorgeousness and decadence!)

::sighs longingly, swoons just a bit::