Villainous Notions

Last week, I bought a footstool. It was dark cheap wood and had dark tapestry fabric on the top, but the lid lifted for storage and it was only 5 bucks, so I got to thinking that I would paint the wood grey and re-upholster the top. Which I did, and the paint looked lovely (aside from the transfer I may or may not have put on slightly off-centre—see picture at the end). The problem was that the fabric on the underside looked choppy and unprofessional no matter how much I tried to trim it, but then I had an idea. I rummaged through my basket of sewing notions—well, it’s not so much a basket as an empty Quality Street tin—and found something that just might resolve the issue:

Notice the name of the manufacturer? Obviously kismet.

Me: Do you think this would work?
Ken: What is it?
Me: According to the packet, it’s Rick Rack.
Ken: Maybe…
Me: No, you’re right. The colour is all wrong. However, RickRack would make a great name for a James Bond villain.

Cue naughty fantasy sequence (and if you’re a little prudish, you might want to skip this one)…

M: Double-Oh-Seven, we need you. Apparently, RickRack has abducted Pussy Galore!
Bond: Pussy Galore? Again?! Well, Pussy is delightful. I can see why he keeps coming back for more.
M: Intercept RickRack before he gets to the Upper Holstery Islands and deliver Pussy to us, James.
Bond: I’m shaken, not stirred by this turn of events.

Some time later, on a cargo ship off the coast of the Upper Holstery Islands…

RickRack: Ah, Mr. Bond, I’ve been expecting you.
Bond: Release Pussy Galore, RickRack! There’s nowhere you can run.
RickRack: I’m never gonna give her up. I’m never gonna let her down.
Bond: Did—did you just Rickroll me?
RickRack: No, I RickRACKED you, Mr. Bond. But you can have her. To be honest, I’m not particularly fond of Pussy. I only kidnapped her to lure you to the Upper Holsteries.
Bond: But why, RickRack?
RickRack: Because…because I’m in love with you, James. Is there a chance for us?
Bond: Have you actually SEEN any of my movies?
RickRack: Sigh. I’m never gonna give you up—
Bond: Just stop. Come on, Pussy.
Pussy Galore: Oh James, thank you for saving me!
Bond: Enough of the small talk. We need to hurry—I have a date with Holly Goodhead later and no one misses a date with Goodhead!

And all I can do at this point is apologize for my giggly thirteen-year-old imagination, but in my defense:
a) I was going to include a scene with Bond and Q discussing a missile launcher that was extremely euphemistic but even I know when enough is enough and b) I’m not the one who named the Bond girls things like Miss Goodthighs, Chew Me, Xenia Onatopp, Holly Goodhead, Plenty O’Toole, and Pussy Galore. That was a DIFFERENT giggly thirteen-year-old.

21 thoughts on “Villainous Notions”

  2. If only Roger Moore were still around to be in your script of For Your Thighs Only. Also I think there has to be a henchman role for the maker of the rickrack, H.A. Kidd. I’m picturing someone who looks like Jackie Coogan and tells jokes so bad they kill.

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  3. Oh gawd! You’ve made me almost spit out my coffee, again! I love that Bond villain name, RickRack! And that you added Rick Astley to the mix, pure comic genius. My sewing basket/kit is also a cookie/biscuit tin. It’s dark red and I have all my sewing notions in there, including a needle holder/keeper that is lipstick tube with a pin cushion inside to hold my needles. That little step stool looks darn good to me!

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  8. O my that stool looks beautiful. you have skills and quite the imagination. Those Bond girl names… what was that? And I have seen all the Bond movies; long ago and far away, of course, and didn’t remember how gross those names were. different times. Even briefly met Sean Connery when he was in Minneapolis to promote his film “A Bridge Too Far” in 1977. He’s was at a luncheon promoting the Boys Club fundraiser at the museum where I worked. He was very tall and reserved.

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