So I swoon about, weeping about how I have never acquired any real skills, how I should have finished high school and studied something soul-destroying like accounting, and then at least I would be able to pay my rent and then buy d'affinois instead of coon cheese.
And then I spend a Monday morning making THIS:
I realised the ridiculousness of this life in an email I just sent: "I was just gathering materials to make some crazy cat toys for next week's show (I can't believe I can classify this as work - I just pasted some 'cauliflower eyebrows' onto a cat's face)"
That's right. This is actually my job now. The highlight of my morning was finding a miniature fake lemon at the opp shop (PERFECT for making said cat toys), and getting it for free, because the opp shop lady couldn't fathom why on earth I would want it.
By the way, this is about the size of a large grape. Hilarious.
So I suppose I could always study to be an accountant next year. Right now I'm too busy sticking food items to animal's faces.