I talked about wanting a long coat in my Monday post, so here’s the follow-up, proof of concept. This time I’m going with a long shirt dress turned coat sort of thing, and see how wizardly it looks? But in a mostly acceptable way? I think I could pull it off. Alongside, we have a nice tome of forbidden spells, a bone key, a demon trapped in a shiny, and a necromancer’s amulet (or the Necromancer Amulet, if you’re an Elder Scrolls nerd).
Category Archives: Wants
This was initially going to be a post about wanting Red Wing boots. They’re not the most outrageous want (as these things go), but I don’t need them in any version of my present life. The purpose of owning them would be to feel as if I needed them; to feel as if I was the forest-dwelling, wood-chopping Marian of all my future hopes and dreams (who has also, apparently, raided the entire Filson store).
Initially I was going to make a post about my uniform, but then it immediately became a rant about how I can never find the correct elements, at least not to my fussy standards. So here, instead, is a miniature “Hchom line” with just the basics.
I have a story that I like to tell myself, about how I’m going to be this woodsy, butch old hermit living with a vast hoard of treasure. And a sub section of that hoard (I think I mentioned it back in another post) will include spangled gowns, and elaborate, largely unwearable jewellery, and all the shiny lady things that you (by which I mean I) would never expect me to care about.
So this one is just ridiculous. Why do I want a tea tray? My apartment is small, and it takes me all of three seconds to carry any article of food from one side of it to the other. But look, as soon as you put something on a tray – especially any sort of tea or breakfast or, let’s say, biscuit snack – its appeal suddenly doubles. Am I wrong? I don’t think I’m wrong. I just want to take advantage of the math, you know; I can’t be blamed for that.
I’ve decided that I want a robe. It seems like a reasonable thing to want, when bathing is one of your major pastimes and also your chief source of warmth. However, I’m too much of a cheapskate to buy a new one, so instead I’ll take my maternal granddad’s old brown robe as a model, and start looking through vintage stores for something similar.
Here’s a quick December want list, since it’s the month of sanctioned wanting. And before someone thinks I’m a selfish monster, my personal theory is that having a robust and healthy want mechanism actually makes you better at giving things to people.
Am I still milking this (routine and utterly unremarkable) deadline? Of course I am. Here’s my current list of wants:
My current wants have naturally coalesced into a want list, so here it is.
The annual birthday list! Not to be neglected, no matter how long it’s been since my last post.
I’ve mentioned my yearning for shiny silver shoes on a previous want list (or maybe two, I’m losing track). I found the perfect pair. Seriously perfect, like, as far as I’m concerned they cannot be improved upon. And of course they’re totally beyond my reach, as anything perfect should be.
Shoes aside, I want to add a quick thanks to everyone who bought a pack. I sold out on the illustrations faster than I thought I would, so I’m taking my time on the sketches before I send them all out at the end of this week (later than I’d planned, but I think the delay is worth it). Drawing everyone’s sketches is always the best part.
Anybody who wants to jump in on a late illustration pack can still do that – I don’t have a lot of Hchom material left, but there are still drawings from my tumblr, and some other stuff along those lines. I’ll keep that open until the end of the month, as promised. The daggers will of course stay up indefinitely, and since I expect to sell them slowly I’ll take care to make each package really exceptional and full of good things.
Lo and behold, my birthday is in just over two weeks. So here’s my – what is it – fourth annual Hchom birthday list? Who can keep track, they all look more or less the same.