...that the moment I squeed the loudest in The Hobbit was when Martin Freeman not only got into a flap about his doilies, but also snatched a certain macramé plant hanger from the hands of an impertinent dwarf.
Because I felt that it obscurely vindicated
this. *cough* Slashy manly fibre arts FTW!
Which is my subtle way of saying, it would oil my antimacassar something wonderful if
a certain prompt over at comment_fic were to get filled.
Just sayin'.
P.S.
Doily doily doily.
P.P.S. As it happens that is one of my mother's doilies under the teacup in my usericon. Doilyverse love!
Crochety young hobbit is canon ♥