October 4, 2005
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I want.
More pertinently, I want to have unpacked by now, I want my Guider in Charge to have the courtesy to let me know if she can't make it to a meeting when she is sure she can't make it to the meeting (hint, five minutes before the meeting starts is a good time), I want to know why my digestion seizes up when I go away, and unseizes within half an hour of returning home (honestly, I think I've done about eighteen inches of pooh since I've returned - mind you, I've had baked beans every day since Friday, and that's a lot of fibre), I want to have a bath, I want to know why I'm so tired when it's only nine-thirty pm, I want a baby of my own, I want to stop having a crush on Sam West, since it leads me to do silly things, I want to have finished the glove I cast on this morning, I want to upload more music to my iPod, I want to have burnt pictures to the CD.
Which reminds me, I need to email Liz photos, and I wonder why there's a squeaky toy being squeezed outside my window.
If I have time/energy/etc, I will produce a montage of 20-30 (depends how many are actually irrevocably blurred) butterfly photos. Hints and tips appreciated. In the meantime:
Socks for Eff (yes, the same as in the photo with Mark - a Finished Object!). Her birthday was last Wednesday. Also in evidence, a Girl's Guildry badge, and a rather nice book, name of which I forget entirely. The pink folder with the beginnings of 'Girlguiding' written on the piece of paper inside is entirely incidental. Also incidental is the fact that, since Jo applied a model Guide Badge Trophy thingy to the bookcase in the hall, there is no one room in the flat that is entirely Guiding free. I ought to move stuff out of my bedroom. I need to escape. However, I have no idea where to move them, so...
Socks for Liz (it's her birthday tomorrow, so go wish her a happy one) - these are being wrapped on the train to Birmingham; I stopped taking photos after that one, people were looking at me like I was weird, or something. These are knitted using Wendy's Generic Sock method, toe-up, with short row toes and heels. And, I'm rather pleased with the result. Liz, they are machine washable, and haven't been washed yet. I was dealing for poker instead of being sensible.
And, me knitting, in front of a poster at Stratford Upon Avon Youth Hostel. I sort of wish I'd got something that was better resolution, but these things happen. You can't see it at all in the photo, but that is an Alien Scarf. It's got five repeats at the moment (or is it six?) and I think it could do with a few more. The recipient is 6' tall. Must take scarf into work, confirm my colleagues' opinion that I am quite barmy (this did not stop them phoning me about a non-existant crisis on Monday afternoon. I asked my boss for some more time off in lieu: an afternoon for Christmas shopping would be good, since apparently I do not go on holiday, I am merely away from the office and On Call).
OK. I'm going to email photos now. And yes, the James Joyce, yes, of Xanga, yes....
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Quote of the day: You can't regret the past, because that's the past and it's gone.
(so what are we supposed to regret? The future?!)
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Jump!
How high?
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Comments (5)
i think that i rather want that knitting toy as well
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I like the photos, they blend in very well with your entry
Had I realised you didn't want to do silly things, I wouldn't have let you ! Socks are wonderful, and fit perfectly.
L xx
I think i might like to have that toy as well, since I don't know how to knit.
Those socks look so cool, makes me want to learn! I think I learned how to do everything EXCEPT knit! LOL, I can cross-stitch, embroider, sew, crochet, but, no knitting
Maybe some day I'll find the time again to learn a new trick:P
Google for "knitting machines", very instructive. You can get ones that look like large-format printers but create Fairisle sweaters, and some of them run off punchcards!
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