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changelingWhy is it that any week I have free feels more busy than weeks in which I merely work full time? I ask merely for information.
Nat's father was being a fruitloop as usual, so no making-books-and-watching-Mary-Poppins for us today. We did go to Chadstone, however, and bought a wide selection of fabric squares and some ribbon (to make our "medicine" bags out of for a ritual at Wendy's tomorrow night), a few crystals, I bought some bathish stuff that I needed, and we also bought childish birthday cards replete with badges (I was 1 today, and Nat was 3) and fairy floss, because we are so grown up.
The lady who wrapped my stone up in red paper as requested told me I "look like a red person". I'm not quite sure what these means, but I am choosing to believe it a compliment.
Nat and I discovered that The Fairy Shop (technically known as Wonderwings) at Chadstone was not there! Woe!
Anyway, after our Chadstonish jaunt, and my dumping my car in Chris and Sara's street, we headed into our weekly coffee group in the city, where Tych promptly offloaded 10 boxes of pocky on me. Liam then bought one, so now I have nine. Hmm... Jemma gave Nat these fantabulous black lace gloves, apparently worth $30, that she'd got free from work as they were sick of having them in inventory. They didn't fit Nat, so she gave them to me. Second hand charity... it's wonderful. Love to Nat and Jemma.
Ray and I walked to Parliament later, losing Liam and Saxon in the process. We both caught the train to Clifton Hill, where his car was, and we drove (technically *he* drove the car--I was just there for the ride) to my car. All in the aid of continuing communications, ie a damn good conversation.
Decided at about 11pm that sewing the bag for tomorrow was a good idea. The thing only took about an hour and a quarter, with much agony wherein I had to completely undo two rows of stitches that I realised needed to be the very last, not the first rows done. I had to fudge it later when another two lines of stitches were done out of order. *sigh* Who would have thought that a simple drawstring bag would be so complicated?
Hoom... bed now. I could swear that I seem to work on a 26 hour sleeping cycle. No wonder I'm permanently tired...
I'm trying (and failing) to find a particular quote in Pratchett's Maskerade, and I'm remembering why it's one of my favourites:
Perdita said: He'll have a vast cave somewhere under the Opera House. There will be hundreds of candles, casting an exciting yet romantic light over the, yes, the lake, and there will be a dinner-table shining with crystal glass and silverware, and of course he will have, yes, a huge organ--
Agnes blushed hotly in the darkness.
--on which, that is to say, he will play in a virtuoso style many operatic classics.
Agnes said: It'll be damp. There will be rats.
Nat's father was being a fruitloop as usual, so no making-books-and-watching-Mary-Poppins for us today. We did go to Chadstone, however, and bought a wide selection of fabric squares and some ribbon (to make our "medicine" bags out of for a ritual at Wendy's tomorrow night), a few crystals, I bought some bathish stuff that I needed, and we also bought childish birthday cards replete with badges (I was 1 today, and Nat was 3) and fairy floss, because we are so grown up.
The lady who wrapped my stone up in red paper as requested told me I "look like a red person". I'm not quite sure what these means, but I am choosing to believe it a compliment.
Nat and I discovered that The Fairy Shop (technically known as Wonderwings) at Chadstone was not there! Woe!
Anyway, after our Chadstonish jaunt, and my dumping my car in Chris and Sara's street, we headed into our weekly coffee group in the city, where Tych promptly offloaded 10 boxes of pocky on me. Liam then bought one, so now I have nine. Hmm... Jemma gave Nat these fantabulous black lace gloves, apparently worth $30, that she'd got free from work as they were sick of having them in inventory. They didn't fit Nat, so she gave them to me. Second hand charity... it's wonderful. Love to Nat and Jemma.
Ray and I walked to Parliament later, losing Liam and Saxon in the process. We both caught the train to Clifton Hill, where his car was, and we drove (technically *he* drove the car--I was just there for the ride) to my car. All in the aid of continuing communications, ie a damn good conversation.
Decided at about 11pm that sewing the bag for tomorrow was a good idea. The thing only took about an hour and a quarter, with much agony wherein I had to completely undo two rows of stitches that I realised needed to be the very last, not the first rows done. I had to fudge it later when another two lines of stitches were done out of order. *sigh* Who would have thought that a simple drawstring bag would be so complicated?
Hoom... bed now. I could swear that I seem to work on a 26 hour sleeping cycle. No wonder I'm permanently tired...
I'm trying (and failing) to find a particular quote in Pratchett's Maskerade, and I'm remembering why it's one of my favourites:
Perdita said: He'll have a vast cave somewhere under the Opera House. There will be hundreds of candles, casting an exciting yet romantic light over the, yes, the lake, and there will be a dinner-table shining with crystal glass and silverware, and of course he will have, yes, a huge organ--
Agnes blushed hotly in the darkness.
--on which, that is to say, he will play in a virtuoso style many operatic classics.
Agnes said: It'll be damp. There will be rats.
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Date: 2003-09-16 10:17 am (UTC)That I requested, but that's beside the point.
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