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Jessica Trades Me "Slowsalie, Sasquatch, and the Blinky" for the Asian Doll Sculpture

Jo Jo Carrying a Heavy Asian Doll Statue
Jo Jo and the Asian Doll Statue
Jo Jo and the Asian Doll Statue
Jo Jo Carrying a Heavy Asian Doll Statue
Jo Jo and the Asian Doll Statue
Jo Jo and the Asian Doll Statue
Jo Jo and the Asian Doll Statue

The Sauce is all kinds of punishing people lately.

Jo Jo made the mistake of getting my hopes up that we were going to share an art studio together, holding hands as we skipped into the sunset and making weird crafts. We got pretty far into the process when she said, "Oh, there's only one thing that would make me not want to do this and that thing is if the studio behind our house ever becomes available. I'd want to rent that instead." She was pretty sure that wouldn't happen though. Almost positive.

Slowsalie, Sasquatch, and the Blinky

Original Owner: 
JoJoStiletto
Slowsalie, Sasquatch, and the Blinky

Jessica's Story about "Slowsalie"

Rosalie is very disappointed in me. I broke her heart and now I must pay my penance. In exchange for her "moving on" from this disappointment, I must fulfill three promises. First, I had to write her a letter and mail it. I'm working on the lovely package now (note, I use the word package as a double entendre). Second, I have to have quarterly crafting meetings with her. Third, I have to complete a baRTer Sauce trade.

Sock Puppets

Original Owner: 
JoJoStiletto
Sock Puppet
Sock Puppet Unicorn

My friend Jo Jo Stilletto (yes, she's a Roller Girl) traded me these sock puppets that she made.

Hand made sock puppets. Ironic? No. Not really. It's okay, they were new socks. As far as I know.

One of them is a unicorn and the other one is the unicorn's mean trainer.

He makes the unicorn lift weights at 6:30 in the morning and is, in general, an asshole.

Jo Jo Stilletto trades me two sock puppets for the Spamster print

Jo Jo and Spamster

Jessica (Jo Jo Stilletto - the High Heel of Hurt) got her Spamster print to commemorate her poor dead hamster, Cameltoe.

I remember fondly the Christmas card I received one year with an image of dear Cameltoe peeking out of a stocking with his name on it. It was truly profound.

Here is Jessica's story:

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