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I woke up this morning, thought to myself, "Self, fuck it," and decided that I would sit down and write out the damn porn scene and not stop until it was done no matter how many times I had to handwave over clothing or how many times I had to stop and delete things and I wouldn't stop until it was finished, or at least bond-biting occurred.
And....about two thousand words later, it's done. The sex, it has happened, and John and Sherlock are very medievally bonded now, and I'm going to fade to black thank-you-very-much, and we'll rejoin them in the morning. I have no idea if the porn is any good or not - I suspect heavily on the "not", but that's a usual state of affairs for me. At least it's done.
So I dropped Andrew off at Bird Camp yesterday, and the siren call of an estate sale was too much to ignore in favor of writing porn that did not want to be written, so off I went. Part of the reason I wanted to go so badly was according to the write-up, the woman whose stuff was on sale was an avid baker, and had lots of cake decorating supplies, and I am a sucker for baking supplies. And it was true - she had a lot of kitchen stuff, so much so that it spilled out into the garage so we could see it all. It was a very ecclectic mix, though. She apparently bought only what she needed for specific recipes, so there were a lot of mismatched pans and one-size-only of things, which was a bit disappointing, because I probably would have bought a lot of the cake pans if she'd had more than one of each size. I did get a set of icing tips, though - about 25 of them, brand-spanking new, for $20, not the best price since they're usually at least $1 each but not terrible either, and still cheaper than if I bought them at the store. Lots of cast iron cookware, but all overpriced and not in great condition, and I don't have the time/knowledge to fix them up, assuming such a thing is possible.
(She did have a set of three mini loaf pans, and I'm kicking myself now for not getting them, but ah well. She also had more of those fancy blue-and-white show plates than I've ever seen in my life, and just about every Hummel ever made. And I just remembered - half the reason I wanted to go to this one was because there were pictures of WW2 US ration books, and I really wanted to look at them, but I guess I forgot while I was there, and didn't see them. Damn. I'm going to go with the assumption that they were either already sold or just in terrible condition or way too expensive, and let it go at that.)
It was a good sale, though. I waited about fifteen minutes before they opened the doors, which was fun, because I was behind some folks who clearly do this all the time (I aspire to being them, one day), and they were having a grand old time comparing notes from last week's sales. I feel like a lot of the stuff was pricier than I would see at sales in DC - I've only been to one other sale down here in the last year, and I thought the same thing, so I'm not sure if this is a product of the companies running them, or inflation, or just the area.
There are two other sales this weekend, both within half an hour's drive, but I doubt I'll get to them. Which is okay, the pictures didn't look that compelling. Next year, though, when Andrew's in full-day kindergarten, I can try driving to Richmond, where there seem to be oodles of sales every weekend, and they all look lovely.
(I took Andrew to estate sales when he fit in the Baby Bjorn; there is NO WAY I'm taking him now. Maybe in another five years, when he's a bit more trustworthy not to break anything. He can tell everyone he's a fourth-generation estate saler, they usually liked that line when he was wee!)
And....about two thousand words later, it's done. The sex, it has happened, and John and Sherlock are very medievally bonded now, and I'm going to fade to black thank-you-very-much, and we'll rejoin them in the morning. I have no idea if the porn is any good or not - I suspect heavily on the "not", but that's a usual state of affairs for me. At least it's done.
So I dropped Andrew off at Bird Camp yesterday, and the siren call of an estate sale was too much to ignore in favor of writing porn that did not want to be written, so off I went. Part of the reason I wanted to go so badly was according to the write-up, the woman whose stuff was on sale was an avid baker, and had lots of cake decorating supplies, and I am a sucker for baking supplies. And it was true - she had a lot of kitchen stuff, so much so that it spilled out into the garage so we could see it all. It was a very ecclectic mix, though. She apparently bought only what she needed for specific recipes, so there were a lot of mismatched pans and one-size-only of things, which was a bit disappointing, because I probably would have bought a lot of the cake pans if she'd had more than one of each size. I did get a set of icing tips, though - about 25 of them, brand-spanking new, for $20, not the best price since they're usually at least $1 each but not terrible either, and still cheaper than if I bought them at the store. Lots of cast iron cookware, but all overpriced and not in great condition, and I don't have the time/knowledge to fix them up, assuming such a thing is possible.
(She did have a set of three mini loaf pans, and I'm kicking myself now for not getting them, but ah well. She also had more of those fancy blue-and-white show plates than I've ever seen in my life, and just about every Hummel ever made. And I just remembered - half the reason I wanted to go to this one was because there were pictures of WW2 US ration books, and I really wanted to look at them, but I guess I forgot while I was there, and didn't see them. Damn. I'm going to go with the assumption that they were either already sold or just in terrible condition or way too expensive, and let it go at that.)
It was a good sale, though. I waited about fifteen minutes before they opened the doors, which was fun, because I was behind some folks who clearly do this all the time (I aspire to being them, one day), and they were having a grand old time comparing notes from last week's sales. I feel like a lot of the stuff was pricier than I would see at sales in DC - I've only been to one other sale down here in the last year, and I thought the same thing, so I'm not sure if this is a product of the companies running them, or inflation, or just the area.
There are two other sales this weekend, both within half an hour's drive, but I doubt I'll get to them. Which is okay, the pictures didn't look that compelling. Next year, though, when Andrew's in full-day kindergarten, I can try driving to Richmond, where there seem to be oodles of sales every weekend, and they all look lovely.
(I took Andrew to estate sales when he fit in the Baby Bjorn; there is NO WAY I'm taking him now. Maybe in another five years, when he's a bit more trustworthy not to break anything. He can tell everyone he's a fourth-generation estate saler, they usually liked that line when he was wee!)