I am the maker of useless things.

Add to my ever-increasing repertoire of things-I-make-for-no-reason-whatsoever...the clothespin.

Painstakingly decorated.

I will be the first to admit that I make them simply because I enjoy the glide of the marker over the surface of the wood.
And then the delicate touch required to leave ink on wobbly wooden surfaces without ruining a technical pen?
Also a delicious experience.

Let's not even *mention* the amorous relationship I have with bright colors and patterns.

Add clothespins to the list of reasons why I must continue to mix my own permanent inks for markers.  :)
Everything I do is an excuse to do something else I enjoy.  That is the secret to happiness.
Or else I have inhaled too many chemicals from mixing permanent inks.  :D
Always a possibility.

Oh, and I put them up in my shop, too. Just in case someone else is as silly as I am.