Tridents haunt my dreams
May. 5th, 2008 09:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stitchwhichOur seneschal has decreed that everything the Cook's Guild just sorted (and purchased) should be marked before being put in the storage unit - a decree I totally agree with. But that means that when I haven't been driving all around town to find the last two (!) matching ladles for our serving gear, I've been painting little tridents on every spoon, ladle, fork and bowl. On the front as well as the back.
That's a lot of tridents. If it were gum, I'd be suffering from saccharine overload. As it is, I am merely suffering from chagrin as I look at the wobbly tridents (me and the paintbrush, we're still getting to know one another after all that time of ignoring it). I keep reminding myself that any complaining folks can be told that the next time this needs to be done, and done quickly, I'll be sure to give them a call.
I wanna get back to my embroidery, darn it! While the painting is soothing in a anal-retentive sort of way, I'd rather be working on Elizabeth's chemise.
That's a lot of tridents. If it were gum, I'd be suffering from saccharine overload. As it is, I am merely suffering from chagrin as I look at the wobbly tridents (me and the paintbrush, we're still getting to know one another after all that time of ignoring it). I keep reminding myself that any complaining folks can be told that the next time this needs to be done, and done quickly, I'll be sure to give them a call.
I wanna get back to my embroidery, darn it! While the painting is soothing in a anal-retentive sort of way, I'd rather be working on Elizabeth's chemise.
