strange

this is strange...i'm as far as i can go on my two big projects, so spent a nice chilled friday night in with my daughter and her bf, searching through some of my favourite patterns and trying to figure out what i might have the yarn to create...mmmm...i might have settled on just making some washcloths for now just to keep me busy - yes i know i can be a process crocheter sometimes - but i find it really fucking meditative, ok!!!

and i've found now i have loaded patterns onto my kindle that it's just another place i need to remember to look for ideas...o no what have i done???

another weekend with hookrs

friday night with the joroach was lovely - she had the best dirty martini birthday drinks ever at the charlotte street hotel and her and i and the ravenisis all showed up with our bright coloured acrylic crochet...then we all spent saturday yarnbombing the tunnel down waterloo...photos to follow when i can get them from camera to lappie!

'the honour roll of chariots of fire'

on the sofa watching the punk classic film repo man
damn emilio estevez used to be a cutie!
anyway - just notices one of the repo men sits at his desk and knits...
wish the knitting in film awards wasn't just for the year, that there were honorable mentions to the art or something, lol.

so reason i'm on the sofa tonight?
i've been sick sick sick sick worst scary sick i have ever been ever in my life.
got mastitis, from cellulitis, that seems to have happened when i caught stomach flu and got even more run down than i already was from stress and emotion and a bit of tattooing maybe - seems i just hadn't had a moment to breathe since i had flue before my stockholm trip, and guess it all caught up with me as everything shut down and by the time the isis (my daughter) took me to the doctor last friday my temperature was 44degrees (in eurotrash measurement).

that is the highest temp the doc had ever seen, so i guess i win!
and today is the first day i've not been stuck on the bed with all the windows open, laying round in my knickers with a cold cloth on my head and neck and another soaked in chamomile on my bosom for the mastitis...had to do something voodoo as the penicillin is taking its sweet time to kick in - altho it is good at enhancing the pukiness from my stomach flue.

so not made anything at all in the last week...
today is actually also the first day that i've even felt like reading or eating.
vampire porn and english strawberries make a good mix when not sleeping.
but i still lost the whole afternoon to slumber...just like everyday since last wednesday.
i know i've not slept so much in my life, but guess i need to in case the doc says it's still okay for me to go to ibiza next week!