Sunday, September 30, 2012

Bursting with pride

The other day, someone finally ordered my most amazingly awesome Ink Ribbon plush inspired by the Resident Evil video games (did I ever tell you guys that I have an etsy shop? no? well I have an etsy shop). After having discovered that my sewing machine is really dumb and doesn't want to do the stitching that I used for the lettering on the first one I made, I decided to go with fabric ink instead (after making sure the customer would be alright with said change). Because of this change I went to google to look up images of the ink ribbon again so that I could get the font right. I typed in "resident evil ink ribbon" under images and to my surprise and delight...
...there, at the front of the third row, was my dear little ink ribbon plush. Needless to say, I am bursting with pride for that little guy. I think I might have to put him on my bed to hang out with the wolf pack (and Jackson the dog) for a few days.

I have since changed the ink ribbon in my shop to the newly painted design rather than the stitched one, but my first little plush will always have a special place in my heart. I decided to keep the image in the listing simply because I couldn't bring myself to replace him all together. :) Oh inky, you complete me.



Friday, September 7, 2012

Everybody wants me...maybe

So whenever an unknown number calls me on my cell phone and DOESN'T leave a message, for some inconceivable reason, I like to Google the number. Most of the time I don't get anything more than information on where the area code belongs in the grand mass of area codes, but today I actually got a hit.

I was sitting at my sewing machine, listening to the soothing sounds of Josh Gates and his crew hunting down Big Foot or some other mythical beast, when I heard the "da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da..." (by the way, if you can't tell that this is obviously "I'm the Doctor" from Series 5 of Doctor Who and on...then I feel so so sorry for you) that told me someone was calling my phone. I recognized the area code but the number was unfamiliar to me, so I let it ring. When a few minutes passed and no message was left, the curiosity drew me to Google.

After playing with today's logo...









I got down to business and typed in the number. To my surprise, it yielded results!

How many writers out there can say that a newspaper called them when they hadn't even filled out an application? Well...probably a few amazing writers out there, but am I now to be counted among those few?! Nope.

As much as I'd like to think that they heard about my amazing writing skills and were desperate to add me to their team, I am pretty sure they miss-dialed a number and ended up at my voice mail just before hanging up. No message, no call-back, that is my policy. There's a very small chance (probably about the same chance that I'll go walking through the forest one day and come across a unicorn that lives with a pack of wolves and a baby t-rex) that perhaps they did mean to call me and maybe waiting for a message could be perceived as a mistake on my part, but save your skeptical scowls for someone else. I have a freaking amazing voice mail and wrong number or not, anyone who can resist leaving a message after the tone is not worth a call-back. I've had total strangers leave me messages after a miss-dial...that is how amazing my voice mail skills are. If you ever miss-dial a Colorado number and you come across a Voice Mail message that you can't resist responding to then you know you've reached me and you had better leave a message after that darn tone.