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A Brief, Irrelevant List of Stuff I Sadness-Bought Myself That I Didn’t Actually Need, During the Period of November 20 - Present, by Sarah, Age 37-and-10-months
Quiet Hollers, Quiet Hollers
cozy sweater that no one will ever see from more than shoulders up
little wooden deer figurines that I don’t know where to put because every flat surface in my home is a mess
The Discomfort of Evening, Marieke Lucas Rijneveld
The Wild Reeds, The World We Built
several minimalist posters of transit systems in some of my favorite cities from a print shop that is going out of business
the related guilt of wondering if I’d bought those posters ages ago like I’d meant, instead of during their final sale, that maybe I could have helped the company stay open longer
The Mountain Goats, The Jordan Lake Sessions
this shirt, which fucking rocks:
2021 calendar comprised of fan art inspired by The Terror, no, I do not want to talk about it, leave me alone
“ticket” to stream Andrew Bird’s holiday show
The Long Exile, Melanie McGrath
stitch fixer so I can pick up dropped stitches in my knitting legitimately rather than just pulling on random strings and hoping for the best
In the Dream House, Carmen Maria Machado
cozy dress that no one will ever see from more than shoulders up
Jack de Quidt, Marielda: Friends at the Table soundtrack
[redacted]
longer cable for my knitting needles so I can successfully knit the shawl I’m working on; please note I already have a cable this long, except there’s still a project on it that’s been there since basically like, May or something? and it’s a super easy project and I should have finished it quickly except that it’s still there because it’s a bunch of colorwork stuff and one of my cats literally pulled the whole project into his cat bed and tangled up the two different balls of working yarn into an enormous knot that I am still trying to untangle, Christ, I’m so tired.
Amigo the Devil, Born Against and Volume One
this art print which, based on current estimates, I’ll get framed and hung up some time around age 48
a quantity of yarn
Persephone Station, Stina Leicht
this thing:
The Inheritance Trilogy, N.K. Jemisin
“ticket” to the My Brother, My Brother and Me livestream that I then forgot to watch until literally like the last 90 minutes it was available for re-streaming
the subscription to CBS All Access that I got to watch Star Trek: Picard and then keep forgetting to unsubscribe from
Murder By Death, Lonesome Holiday
[redacted, again, only different than before]
A Song Below Water, Bethany C. Morrow
labels for cords so I can finally know what does what behind my TV without having to go on some sort of god damn archaeology expedition every single time