seven (not to be confused with se7en)

Hello, internet. It’s Sunday, and it’s sunny, and it’s nice so far. Will it last? We shall see. I’ve been up a bit, waking up around my regular time with no snuggles from either cat. It’s a travesty.

I made yesterday my bitch, and finished seven pairs of pants. I pre-cut the elastic for all seven, because I work better when I don’t need to take breaks to prep shit for the next thing. Because I’m an attention whore who thrives on this shit, I fired up a live stream. Aside from a quick Tiktok video I posted a day or so earlier, this was the first time anyone had really seen my new hair. I was pleasantly surprised by the positive reactions to the change. They were much more positive than the reactions to the white toenail polish I did once.

Yes, the gallery only has four images. You don’t need to see all three pairs of Wonderbread rave pants. There are two nearly identical wall tapestry pants, the only difference is the width of their waistbands. I’m keeping one tapestry and probably the Thomas & Friends pants (unsure because I’m not too keen on how the leg-holes turned out). If they react under my black light, I’ll keep one pair of the Wonderbread series. No matter what, I’ll toss/recycle a couple of last year’s builds. Everything else goes on Etsy. Tomorrow’s weather forecast looks promising, and maybe I’ll be able to take some catalog photos.

We’re relaxing at home today. Shawshank put the first load of laundry in the washer, and later he’ll make us some brunch. We’ve opted to skip the Shady Acres Sunday dinner this weekend; my father-in-law just got back from a 5-day hospital stay and we’re letting him firm up a bit before we go over again.