M and I spent the day folding laundry, doing our month's grocery shopping (no, really -- due to our weird housing situation we buy almost nothing that can't freeze), and making a papier mache display bust.
See, we're adding this line of chokers/collars to our joint shop and the damn things are bloody hard to photograph on my backgrounds, so we were going to buy a nice bust, but then the only one we liked that had a significant amount of neck and wasn't glossy or velvety or soulless and horror-inducing, like some of the older kouros figures or the mannequins from that one Ninth Doctor episode ... I've lost track of this sentence. The only one suitable was thirty-five dollars. Plus shipping.
When we were employed, we'd have done it. Now ... well.
So we're now making our own out of water, flour, and a roll of paper towels.
In other news, the spambotteer who's making all the comments with links to what I assume are Southeast Asian mail-order bride sites or something? They're not affiliated. In fact, I'd kind of like to beat them.
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