I sat down and I made a flogger. That in itself isn't odd; I do that most days - you should see my closet. However, this time, I had no grand ideas of what was going to happen, but it turned into an all-day project. I was thrilled with the beauty of the result (subjective, I know) and then I realized "Wait. No one's going to WANT this but me..."
And what do I need with a thirteenth flogger, anyway?
Some things are just too pretty to not be created.