30 May 2010
26 May 2010
Cheesum tie me up and flog me, already. If not seriously emotionally disturbed I must be masochistic. What part of hearing impaired do you not understand you cottage-cheese-for-brains lilyliver?
22 May 2010
21 May 2010
19 May 2010
Let's see if this works...
Mushroom thing (because I got tired of practising lines of stitches):
Current project in various stages: (behind break)
Shawkl is running a giveaway right now.
18 May 2010
I was able to get through all today without drugs (Yay!) so my brain may function, but still. Today and tomorrow is not enough to cram the entire semester's worth of information.
I'm really enjoying this embroidery thing. But then prematurely blogging and stuff gets me. I thought, somehow, that crewel was simply surface embroidery. But then I learned over at Mary Corbet's awesome website that it's a particular kind of embroidery using wool thread. Which I don't have & can't afford.
So I've changed all the labels accordingly. Thank heavens the blog is new, so it wasn't too much hassle.
Oh yes, and I woke with a hangover this morning. Which means that my kidney is - finally - *not* sore enough for me to notice the side effects of codeine. Which means I'm getting better. Yay!
And has some wise things to say about it.
It is amazing how our egos find ways to sneak in the old bugbear of, "what will the neighbours think?" There is always something, some topic, or hobby, or aspect of our careers, in which we want to be taken desperately seriously, and are secretly afraid that it's all rather silly (but don't let anyone know). Yes, my grammar got confused, but, you know, I think it's apt. Because as soon as we start thinking this way, we do get confused. We start thinking in feelings, and memories, and associations, and assumptions. The actual thought part of the process is drowned out by the fears and the assimilated societal norms (which are usually misunderstood anyway - I mean, how sophisticated can a five-year-old be?).
It's a big thing for me, so I have to ballsy up and do something goofy fairly regularly. Otherwise my fears would just overwhelm me and I'd end up curled in bed with the pillow on my head. That's not good. How would I do any embroidery, or reading, or ...?
So I say, all power to socks on the head! (And she's awesome anyway, so there.)
15 May 2010
This is not all bad, though. I've found some lovely resources, inspirations and have decided what to do for Practical Brother's birthday. Now to Expand My Thread Stash! Yay!
Man of Wonder phoned to check up on me - am I lucky or what? - as he has done since the kidney infection was confirmed. Wednesday, or Thursday. Can't remember. But just the sound of his voice - just thinking of having heard his voice today - somehow manages to make it all okay, and if not okay, then not that important. One day, I will find out what I have done to earn love like this.
So. I'm delirious, and I'm so very screwed for the exams next week, but hey! - I'm still in love! It can't all be that bad!
12 May 2010
Man of Wonder and I had a lovely, long, no doubt expensive chat last night. Hearing his voice always makes me feel better. I miss him enormously.
And winter has arrived with a whump. I am walking around (and studying) with a hot water bottle permanently attached to my middle. It is helping my back immensely. I'm too young to feel this old!
It's still better than Johannesburg. I'm only wearing 4 layers so far, including jacket, and there's only 2 blankets on the bed plus duvet and sleeping bag.
I am so not made for European weather. I would never be able to survive there!
*later* It would appear that my stiff back is actually something squiffy going on in my pee system. So utterly what I needed right now. So I am dividing my time between woozy dreams and blearily reading up on statistics and ecology in bed, with the hot water bottle trying to work its magic. When I have money again I am going to head in medicine's direction.
I love fantasy that makes me reach for the dictionary!
Also, if you're on Facebook, Exclusive Books is running a competition every day this week. It's here.
10 May 2010
She's witty, and creative, and good with her hands, and kind, and patient, and an awesome gardener, and saintfully competent, and generous...
If ever (gods forbid, spitspit) I became a parent, I'd want to be like her.
So, because I am broke, and it was the only thing I could do with the stash I had, I made her a spice mix and embroidered a cover thingy to go on top.
I also phoned Technical Mother In Law, which is good anyway - she's an awesome woman. It's really tough that all her children have moved away.
Sometimes, living in the real world and real economy sucks toxic kali pond slime. As Robin McKinley says.
…and the worst part? I couldn't stop munching them. It went something like this:
ME: Urgh. These look like those dreadful ginger snaps I made when I was 12. Dammit.
*a few minutes as they cool*
*I try one*
ME: Dammit. It's like eating golden syrup. Dang.
TEETH: With oil. Ew. We're all coated!
STOMACH: Nom. More.
ME: No way! They don't even taste like custard!
ME: Uh-HUH! Bad stomach! I don't like these!
*I get busy with making sure the oven's off (three times), tidying up, washing up…*
ME: Wow, these silicone baking sheets are really hard to clean.
*Tidies up some more*
ME: HEY! I said no more! Where did you get that, anyway?
This was just rude.
07 May 2010
This calls for an experiment.
Because, frankly, the less satin stitch I have to do, the better. Mine can be most charitably called hessian stitch.
But I will improve, eventually. In the meantime, because I am crazy and want to actually make useable items that won't make anyone's eyes bleed, I'm investigating other options.
(edited to remove really annoying typos)
02 May 2010
*this is a test on pre-emptive posting*
I got this recipe for custard creams and tried it out last weekend. It wasn't bad - and the timing was excellent as Arty Sister came visiting - but I wasn't happy. It had the same reason I hardly have scones at coffee shops anymore - that aftertaste of baking powder that is just offputting to my jaded palate. Especially if you're tempted to scoff a lot. (By the way, you're more likely to get about 20 single biscuits if you make them about the size of a teaspoon)
So I'm going to try again, but with a few changes.
Equal parts custard and flour, to half parts butter & icing sugar. One teaspoon vanilla dust. Will keep youse posted.