Well, not strictly true. I'm trying to keep my hands busy so I've been making some jewellery for my mother's birthday. Well, was, until I ran out of 4mm green bicones, so I have to wait for more to arrive...
The flowers are a necklace (hence being so irritating when I ran out); the diagonal stripes are a bracelet. She also wants some glasses cords for when her glasses make a break for it, so I'm trying to figure out how best to approach those (have all the materials I need, anyway, including some "how much??" non-tarnish silver wire).
Oh, and a tiny anvil.
It's very heavy. I think you could brain someone quite effectively with it.
WiPpet Wednesday is hosted by the always-lovely K. L. Schwengel, and is a blog hop where participants share sections of their works in progress (hence the name). All entries should relate to the date in some way, either via simple means or complicated WiPpet Maths. You can find out more and read the other entries over here.
It's the 16th September 2015, so 1 + 6 = 7; 2 + 0 + 1 = 3 and 3 - 5 = 2. 7 + 2 = 9 for the convoluted maths, or simply 9 paragraphs because it's the 9th month.
The elevator has come to a stop and the doors have opened on Fayth and RQ. It's... going about as well as you'd expect.
Five weapons of varying sizes were levelled at his face as the elevator door pinged closed behind them. In his grip, he felt RQ tense, then lean back slightly. The door sighed open again.“Any sign of them yet?” He said, forcing a smile. “I was just telling the guards how everyone knows the secure block is at the bottom of these things. We decided RQ was better off upstairs where they wouldn’t think of looking.”Two guns wavered, then lowered. The other three sets of fingers edged closer to their triggers.And still RQ remained silent. He could break away, make a dash for the safety of the guards and crewmen and there’d be nothing Fayth could do to stop him. He could scream, yell how he’d been abducted yet again, but he stared at the floor and didn’t say a word. Fayth should feel grateful, he knew he should, but it was downright irritating; his life was at least partially in the hands of a man who acted more like a spoiled brat.A third gun slowly lowered, its large owner giving him a long, searching stare. “Where’s his escort?”“Two came up here,” Fayth said without missing a beat. “I guess by the stairs, if they’re not here yet. The other two said they’d stay down there just in case.”The speaker looked unconvinced. Fayth didn’t blame him; he was being incredibly unconvincing. “There’s nothing on the radar.”“I bet there was nothing on your radar last time either. If you could just get out of my way...”The gun snapped up again.
Perhaps Fayth should stop talking now.