So here I sit at the new computer desk of lizzies yarns. Joe poet and I put the damned thing together in the two part episode from hell. Who knew that two highly qualified craftspeople, both of whom regularly work in three dimensions, could nearly be taken down to our knees by a $68 desk from Wallmart.
It looked so innocent in the box.
But despite two very late nights,left over shiny bits and not nearly enough alcohol Joe and I are still speaking, and the desk is standing quite securely in the corner of my textiles studio.
Today is frought with getting ready for my next residency at the casemates, and with a trip to Kings Landing Historical settlement, mixed in with making moulds for dinner and side plates and somehow getting to the gym. The evening of course is filled with the damned housework that those slack arsed faeries refuse to complete while I am out.
Are they unionized or something?
well gotta run, the shower and the coffee shop await. ttfn
Lizzie
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The Dish Faerie in particular never keeps her appointments, by-passes me altogether. What? My dishes aren't dirty enough? Sheesh!
You're lucky Joe poet entertained the idea of using shiny bits to assemble the desk. Most men always resort to duct tape and a little rope!
Oh I forgot to mention what the rope is for. When I start getting mouthy my DH (dumbshit husband) threatens to tie me up outside until the project is done. Yea, some call it foreplay....
Liz,
What a trial, glad it all worked out.
My faeries don't do much either. They hide things I am looking for in plain site and generally are worthless. I think of them as the rainbows from the prisms I am so fond of.
Deb
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