Santa's Elves Are Tattoed Guys That Buy Puppy Dog Fabric

Hola Amigos! I surprisingly, and yet again, don't have a whole lot to report. Being one of Santa's elves is hard work. Oops, did I just give away my secret?

Also, Miss Zoey and Vivi, I have not forgotten about you lovely ladies. I will be responding to you soon, I hope. Busy, busy!

In news that isn't in order, nor does it go together, we have the following:

I took my dress and Twilight poster off of Craigslist. The reason? People are stupid. When you put a dress online, give the size, and then give your very own measurements so that people can wage the size, and someone emails you who is nowhere near your size and asks you if you think it will fit, you tend to want to smack them and not be nice. Since it's the season to be merry, I just decided to keep the dress, alter it so it's a regular dress and no longer an evening gown, and not hurt anyone.

As for the Twilight poster, apparently because I had one poster from the very first movie's release, people thought I was just a plethora of Twilight merch. So instead of getting emails about said poster, I would get them telling me that they wanted *insert thing here* and I needed to get back to them right away. I didn't. And I think it's one thing, too, if they just simply ask if I have something else, but to tell you straight out what they want and demand they get back to you is another. Or you could just be the lady who asked me when I was getting new merchandise in. How about the sixth of never, when snowballs live in hell.

Craigslist is also a virtual congregation of spammers. For instance, the person who decided they wanted my item, would send a check and send movers right away for my item, and then add fifty bucks to the item for me to hold it. Such a classic scam, especially when half of the email has nothing to do with my item, and I wonder how many people fall for it. I emailed them back and thanked them for the spam mail, and alerted them that I had turned them into Craigslist. I hope they don't like me because I saved another person from getting scammed. I also found out the email address that showed up was not the actual email address, just a disposable email address.

Ah, Craigslist.

I also went shopping for fabric to finish my Christmas gifts today. I was going to go tomorrow when my mom and I went out, but then I realized I usually spend about two hours of pure bliss in the fabric store, and this would cause my mom to do one of three things.

1. Kill me.
2. Kill herself.
3. Drive away and leave me there.

Since I wasn't a fan of that, I shopped my little heart out happily. I'm weird about it, too, because in a store of thousands of fabrics, there's a lot I like, but only a few that I fall head over heels for. I only take the ones I fall head over heels for, but when you're trying to match two fabrics together, and you want to make sure you love them all, it's tough. That's how I basically end up moving in there every time. If I had to move into a store, though, it would definitely be a fabric store. I'd cuddle on the fleece fabric and use it for a bed, and I could craft 24/7 for free. I'm a little jealous of that thought.

There was a guy in the same fabric store who was buying a bunch of very girlie fabric, and was very into it. Look, guys sew. I dig. It was just the fact that this guy was young, around my age, and tattooed to the hilt. What made me realize him is that the one coming out of the back of his shirt looked exactly like Zak Bagans' tattoo on his back with the way it came out of his shirt. (Most confusing sentence that actually makes sense ever...except maybe for this one.) It seemed like such an oxymoron to watch the young, tattooed guy with the puppy dog fabric. I looked, and he didn't have a wedding ring. It was so tempting to friend him and declare we live happily ever after surrounded by miles and miles of fabric and sewing projects.