This afternoon the vet visited to check Mister Nibbs out (and, it ensued, take him back to the surgery to do some work on his teeth).My boss preferred I take the afternoon as flex, rather than work from home after the vet had left. So I took the opportunity to run some errands that had been on the 'To Do' list for a while.
Buying wood filler, for example (thanks, Pepper, for the info). And 3D paint for a chest kit I ordered from the August AMEA workshop that I wanted to attend, but wasn't able to.
But the Typo factory outlet was slap bag between the hardware store and the craft shop that sold the 3D paint. What's a girl to do on an afternoon off with such temptation, except give in?
So there was a visit to the 'Not Quite Right' table, where I picked up (for a dollar each) a handloom weaving kit (which needs to be glued back together), a wooden magazine holder (to be pulled apart), a second packing crate (I wonder where that's heading...), a broken New York snow globe (just waiting to be broken into and harvested), a tin of neon lime paint (...) and an orange mini alarm clock,
And bought something very big.