snuggly cats and spicy captions

snuggly cats and spicy captions

Hey, it’s Friday. I’m up. We’re still on our first cups of coffee and both cats are already in Shawshank‘s lap. I think they’re a little chilly this morning. The lap-pile is a good indication of the changing seasons. When Chaucer makes the switch from merely leaning against one of us to actually moving onto one of us, we know he’s cold. The Old Man doesn’t do that without reason.

I made yesterday my bitch. I started the morning by assuming a human form. From there, I finished writing the 🌶spicy captions🌶 I neglected to come up during the initial scheduling process. Like setting up Etsy listings, coming up with 🌶spicy captions🌶 is one of those parts of the process I hate. I could use ChatGPT to create them, but they are so obviously written by AI. I follow a few creators for inspiration and I’m reading their ridiculous AI-generated captions to Shawshank daily. I’ll use it for some work-related tasks, but not so much with the captions.

Smut finished, I moved on to the pantscrafting.

First, I finished installing the elastic in the pair I started last week. I cut out the pieces for something made from the VERY LONG TABLECLOTH. The material is the kind that frays if you even glance at it the wrong way. It leaves shit EVERYWHERE. Any projects made from that material will be finished out of spite. Then, because I had set a fucking goal, I cut and pinned the pieces I needed for a second pair of white pants. At that point, I got to sewing.

Normally, I’ll fire up TikTok for afternoon spin time. Unfortunately, I tweaked my knee the other day, so I skipped the poi and opted to just be a sweatshop gremlin all day instead. I spent most of the afternoon moving between the sewing machine and the living room floor. All three pairs are midway through Stage 2: mostly assembled, but only slightly recognizable as pants. I’ll finish the white ones today so they’ll be ready to dye this weekend.

Today’s Friday, which means it’s also Date Night. Might take a bubble bath, might not. I have some pants to finish before I eat a stupid amount of fries.

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