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It is official!
I am done reviewing ALL the things on this year's SS/HG Exchange! Every last piece of artwork, every video, every single chapter of every single fic.
Oh, yeah, feeling pretty proud of myself right now.
AND I have stealthily - with the aid of this year's sock puppet account - answered all the reviews on the gift I submitted, thanking the people who took time out of their schedules to review my piece. Which I won't tell you about yet, because it's a secret for another week or two.
This year's Exchange - heck, all the Exchanges I've ever participated in (Three? Four? I forget.) - was amazing. Lots of lovely gifts that I'll want to read/look at again, and once the reveal is up I'm positive there are several authors/artists I'm going to bestalking looking up to see if they've got other works.
In other news - Christmas Cards are still sitting on my desk in pieces, mocking me with their not-done-yet-ness. There is still ink stamping, possible heat embossing, precision trimming, glueing and taping to be done. And then I have to sit down and sign all of them, forging the husband's signature on most because he is lazy. Then they all have to be addressed and stamped. Bleh, being sociable is annoying.
BTW - last call if you want a slaved over hand-made papercraft product in celebration of the holiday season direct from MissMiah's home to yours. If you want a card and you trust me to know your super secret hidden from the internets real life identity (or at least a PO box), feel free to PM me and I'll send one out. But the scissors and ink pads get packed away this weekend. Knock on wood. Please, please let me be done so they can be packed away this weekend. I'm tired of scrubbing green ink off my fingers and discovering iridescent embossing glitter on my nose.
Glitter is still the herpes of the craft world.
Yesterday I slept two hours out of thirty-four. I crashed around midnight last night and assumed I'd sleep until this afternoon. Nope, up at eight thirty. In the morning. Like some sort of responsible adult.
I hate being a grown-up.
I am done reviewing ALL the things on this year's SS/HG Exchange! Every last piece of artwork, every video, every single chapter of every single fic.
Oh, yeah, feeling pretty proud of myself right now.
AND I have stealthily - with the aid of this year's sock puppet account - answered all the reviews on the gift I submitted, thanking the people who took time out of their schedules to review my piece. Which I won't tell you about yet, because it's a secret for another week or two.
This year's Exchange - heck, all the Exchanges I've ever participated in (Three? Four? I forget.) - was amazing. Lots of lovely gifts that I'll want to read/look at again, and once the reveal is up I'm positive there are several authors/artists I'm going to be
In other news - Christmas Cards are still sitting on my desk in pieces, mocking me with their not-done-yet-ness. There is still ink stamping, possible heat embossing, precision trimming, glueing and taping to be done. And then I have to sit down and sign all of them, forging the husband's signature on most because he is lazy. Then they all have to be addressed and stamped. Bleh, being sociable is annoying.
BTW - last call if you want a slaved over hand-made papercraft product in celebration of the holiday season direct from MissMiah's home to yours. If you want a card and you trust me to know your super secret hidden from the internets real life identity (or at least a PO box), feel free to PM me and I'll send one out. But the scissors and ink pads get packed away this weekend. Knock on wood. Please, please let me be done so they can be packed away this weekend. I'm tired of scrubbing green ink off my fingers and discovering iridescent embossing glitter on my nose.
Glitter is still the herpes of the craft world.
Yesterday I slept two hours out of thirty-four. I crashed around midnight last night and assumed I'd sleep until this afternoon. Nope, up at eight thirty. In the morning. Like some sort of responsible adult.
I hate being a grown-up.
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