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I make! Book box edition (1)

I’ve mentioned before that I have been suffering an acute infection of the attention span.  It’s made it hard for me to accomplish things in reasonable amounts of time.  I think I’ve mostly fought the ASD off, but now and then I relapse.  Such was the case last weekend.

I had picked up a book shaped box on sale from a craft store not too long ago with the intention of refinishing it and using it as my main stationery box (it’s important to support the USPS).  The problem with picking things up on sale is that they’re often not quite what you want.  Here, I’ll show you.

So, I liked the fact that it was a box shaped like a book.  I’m not terribly interested in mutilating a book just so I have an interesting place to store things.  But this supposed book was about butterflies…or something.  Maybe it was a book about postcards on butterflies.  French butterflies.  It’s not terribly clear.  Anyway, I don’t really like butterflies.  But this was the best box out of the selection that was on sale.  If I’m going to use it, obviously it has to change.

So I did this to it.

This is where the ASD comes in.  I meant to have all the refinishing completed in time for today’s post.  But I haven’t and it’s not.  I’ve only managed to re-cover the box.  Arguably, I have recovered it.  Anyway, this isn’t all I had intended to do to the box.  There’s more to come.  But right as I was starting the re-covering process, I suffered an EXTREME lack of motivation and I stopped doing anything for about five days.  I think I’m better now.  And, at least the box passable now.  It was absolutely hideous before.

But if you look carefully, you’ll notice I made some mistakes.  I should have left a flap of paper at the hinge on the inside of the box so that the hinge would be covered.  I forgot.  Also, since I wasn’t thinking, I rather beautifully covered inside of the book cover that is now completely obscured by “pages” of the book.  Because I did that, I ran out of large sheets of the green cardstock and I had to use two different pieces for the bottom of the box.  Oops.  Some of this stuff will be obscured as I proceed to the next segment of the process.  I’ll post that when I finish.

Btw, today is Chocolate Cake Day.  Have you had your slice of chocolate cake yet?

Where did the zombie stomach go?

I may have mentioned the zombie stomach in previous posts (yes, two different links).  However, looking back, I don’t think I even explained where the idea of a zombie stomach came from.  Well, I assure you, the zombie stomach is not a mere idea.  It’s a real thing.  It belongs to my friend, Sheri, as you can see in this post.

If you read the post, you can see that the zombie stomach is to help keep her abnormal, hypergrowth organs in check.  But I’ve noticed that the zombie stomach likes a little variety sometimes and Sheri is inexplicably able to give me her zombie stomach to babysit (zombiesit?).

Ok…fine.  But the problem is, I don’t have weird, hypergrowth organs.  So, in order to keep the zombie stomach from reaching my brains, I have to feed it.  A lot.  (In order to weigh it down, you see.  It can’t possibly eat all of my organs to my brain if it’s constantly weighed down by food.)  This takes a lot of time and effort and I really prefer not to be bothered.  I like my nice, normal, low maintenance stomach just fine (I’m not really sure where it goes.  It may just cower in the corner when the zombie stomach is over to play.)

But just recently, we lost track of the zombie stomach.  Sheri was not did not experience her organ chewing hunger pangs and neither was I eating voraciously at every opportunity.  The zombie stomach went missing.  We suspect that it’s off pouting because it wasn’t getting any attention.  The zombie stomach may be an adolescent stomach.  You know how moody and pouty teenagers can be.

Kind of like this.

I guess when it pouts itself out, it’ll come back.

I refuse to babysit it anymore, though.

Did you want to read the conversation that inspired this post?

Moosterkey: Where is your zombie stomach anyway?
…
Moosterkey: I don’t have it.
cherriebb515: I don’t have it either.
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cherriebb515: I dunno.
cherriebb515: Maybe it took a walk.
Moosterkey: hahahah
Moosterkey: Pouting?
cherriebb515: Put off.
cherriebb515: No one wants to feed it.
Moosterkey: hahaha.
Moosterkey: It’s probably walking with its arms crossed.
cherriebb515: Stomping perhaps?
Moosterkey: With one of those anime scribbly clouds over his head.
Moosterkey: Stomping.
Moosterkey: And kicking a can.
Moosterkey: Muttering.
Moosterkey: And there’s a small raincloud over its head following it along.
Moosterkey: I wonder if I can draw this.

It occurs to me that I forgot to draw the can.  Oh well.