flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
It’s been KILLing me not to tell y’all about this, but while I’m sure The Bloggess does not generally read my thingy, it would serve me right that the one time she did would be the time I gave away her surprise random present. But now she has recieved said present, so hooray!
It all started when the opera company I work for decided to have a garage sale (the less said about that. . . ) and I spotted this magical? alcove of PUPPETS.
And, I mean, puppets, you had me at hello. But I especially fell in love with this one:
The thing is, I have a small apartment and a large cat and just couldn’t come up with a reason I needed to keep the puppet then known as Rosita. Then I remembered that I know someone who delights in the weird and lovely and somewhat offputting, so I boxed her up in the most disturbing way possible and mailed her to The Bloggess.
(She was well hydrated first.)
I needed some extra joy this week. This will do nicely.