15 minutes of shame

back online in london for about 15 minutes while i try to catch up on my fat rehab/weight maintenance planning. brighton was lovely - caught up with my lovely charity man - who knitted me the cutest 'deddy bear', which is now lying dead with x's for eyes on the arm of my big lovely comfy sofa. i'll post photos soon, but right now i just can't move while i wait for the nurofen to kick in! then i'll be up and rehearsing my tribal bellydance before throwing everything that might still fit into a suitcase and running off to sweden...where i will hopefully have a great creative week with my lovely ann-marie.

big big thanks to lovely spaceboy and her partner for putting me up the night i was homeless in brighton.  while anno was in the bath i quickly halloween yarnbombed her house!  i am never going to have enough stock to sell in my etsy shop if i keep this up...

being a fucking feminist and hooker named cakemix...

...how could i not mention this rant about/love of knitted cakes?

the ranter/lover is none other than the amazing digital crafty vixen queen ele carpenter.

her and i have moved in the same circles for ages, and if i was to ever have a BFF to replace sonia5 (RIP) it should probably be ele.

i'm really on the fence on this argument - i feel dirty but also empowered.

do any of my feminist against censorship sisters have any comments?

and now i'm back...

...from bristol!

went for the festival and yarnbombed a bit - people and things.

now back at work - glitter free and very very tired and needing some help with project.

i've got something that i need machine knitted, and something else that is kinda related hand knitted...yes i know it's very very vague but its double uber top secret.

please get in touch if you think you might be able to help, thanks!