Hello, to everyone who woke up this morning. We up, because cats are up. Podrick was good for the first hour I was awake, plopping down next to my head before 6am. He pressed the top of his head into my jaw, stretching his front legs across my neck, his purring growing softer as he fell asleep.
My latest order from Temu arrived yesterday:
- 3 lace nighties
- a flexible phone holder
- a new wig
- a kalimba
The nighties are unremarkable in any way– not a single natural fiber used in their construction, didn’t come with matching panties, but they were cheap as hell and aren’t scratchy as fuck. Even better, they have shoulder straps instead of typing behind my neck. The phone holder isn’t bad at all. It’s the type with a base that clamps onto things and a flexible neck. I bought it mainly for the part that holds the phone. Every single tripod I’ve bought is barely compatible with phone cases, but this one uses a “claw” instead of the typical tension/slide. The flexible neck is ok, but I need to find a good base for the whole unit. Whatever it’s clamped to needs to remain stationary, as the whole thing reacts to any motion like a bobble-head giraffe.
My new wig is longer than I normally wear, with wavy salt-and-pepper hair. I absolutely love the color, but I need to figure out what makeup works with it. It’s got a decent amount of hair so it doesn’t have any thin areas. I pillaged one of the failure-wigs to steal its combs and sewed them into this new one, and I need to do some work on the hairline around the forehead to make it look more natural. It’s also a damned near perfect match to some of my locks, so I plan to throw them into the mix once I work out the hairline.
The little kalimba is cute, even if it did take me an hour total to tune it. If I had done just a minute or two more of research, I wouldn’t have bought the 21-key version, and stuck to the more popular 17-key. Almost all the tabs out there are for 17-key setups. Could I pull those extra four tines out? Probably. Will I? Probably shouldn’t. You know what I can do, though? I can play John Cena’s fucking fanfare.
