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The thrift store has far too many people in it, as does the road outside, but it also contained *exactly* the item I was looking for (for the doll swap). And a 99 cent entirely worthy ornate candelabrum for Lady's collection of oddities.

...of course, everyone wants me to do things this weekend...

Things that are helpful:

*remember to place return address labels on packages before leaving for the post office

*lower the spout cover on the kettle if you wish it to call you when it is boiling

*plug in the phone charger to the wall, not merely the telephone

*do not breathe in the mist of cheap vodka while using it as a cleaning spray

*shoes = a nifty invention that keep the bugs from biting your feet

*not writing pointless lj posts when you don't particularly want to be useful. (um...)

---Edit to add: This link brought to you by the campaign to fill up your hard drive with pretty, useless things. (bookplate clipart from the Dover Sampler)

Wet wild woods

HEAR and attend and listen; for this befell and behappened and became and was, O my Best Beloved, when the Tame animals were wild. The Dog was wild, and the Horse was wild, and the Cow was wild, and the Sheep was wild, and the Pig was wild--as wild as wild could be--and they walked in the Wet Wild Woods by their wild lones. But the wildest of all the wild animals was the Cat. He walked by himself, and all places were alike to him...

I knew I was half-remembering the phrase from somewhere... Oddly, I don't seem to be able to find the book anywhere; I know the hardback copy we had when I was a kid is actually mine, and in storage with my children's hardbacks, but I'm pretty sure my parents have a paperback that ought to be around someplace. Fortunately, in the case of famous out-of-copyright literature, the internet will provide.

(er, and I just re-read the first paragraph and am now having a mental image of the man hunting white fluffy wild sheep through the wet wild woods... The Sheep and the Pig don't get much stage time in this story. Aside from eating mutton, they're actually never mentioned again.)

And in case you hadn't heard enough from me...

I've been thinking about doing this for a while, and there was this head sitting there looking all blank and mournful...



Interesting, but I think I need a head with bigger eyes, and possibly smaller beads.

(The smaller ones, sold as size 15, are as small as are commercially available. There are theoretically 18s and 20s from antique collections, although the size is supposedly how many beads fit in an inch, and the modern ones are significantly smaller than sized, thus the antique ones may not be genuinely smaller. Donna also speaks of the mythical "sand" beads, which are so small you have to take the needle off your thread anytime you want to put another bead on it. Last time I checked, the internet was not aware of sand beads that were actually pierced; it only had glue-ons (which aren't technically beads anyway) and large beads made of sand.)