So, my fabrics and glow in the dark watermelon pink braiding filament were nearly delivered yesterday...but couldn't get through the door so are now back at the sorting office ( Read more... )

Finish the gingerbread house (just needs the roof to be finished - second sheet of plastic canvas is on order - then to be lined with self-adhesive felt which is on the same order and sewn together ( Read more... )

So, I'm putting my huge epic journey of a cross stitch on hold, for lots of reasons. What it comes down to is I'm not sure why I'm doing it at the moment, it's all tied in with my mum's death, I've got other smaller projects that I want to do but haven't wanted to get in to because they'd take me away from the Bigger Picture which was meant to be ( Read more... )

Day 1: Monday. Couldn't set off from Leicester until about 4pm, due to commitments which couldn't be moved because certain public-sector beurocrats are particularly inflexible. I drove all the way because Gray wasn't feeling well. I don't recommend it. Arrived at the farm about 8.45, having made two false stops due to poorly-written ( Read more... )

My mum once redecorated a room to suit a lamp. The redecorating included buying a new three piece suite.

This morning, I finished stitching a project which I had designed around a button. I designed the whole thing, it took ages, I stitched it - learning and experimenting with new stitches as I went along - and I worked out how to put it all ( Read more... )

Y'know, at some point, the hurt of losing mum has just got to get around to being bearable. It's got to stop feeling like my heart's been ripped out. I've got to stop dreaming about her, and waking up and realising she's gone all over again. I've got to stop imagining that finishing the willow cross stitch is going to bring her back. It's not ( Read more... )

People keep asking me if I'm OK. I keep forgetting that I'm supposed to be emotionally crippled and unable to go on with my life becasue someone who was not a big part of my life for the last 5 years is now not any part of my life except a memory.

My dad has kept going despite a broken gear box - which broke on the way to Heathrow Airport - and ( Read more... )

Forgot my book today so I'm sat here trawling the internet for whatever entertainments it can provide ( Read more... )

There was an advert on TV for vodka. There's writing on the label which purports to say...well, I don't remember what it purports to say, but something in Russian. I recognise the alphabet and know that's accurate, but wondered if it actually did say anything in Russian or if it was English words spelt in the Cyrillic alphabet. My first thought ( Read more... )

Dying isn't like it is in the movies. There's no rising music or dynamic last words, tragically cut off by the coming of the reaper. There's just breathing. In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out.

I'm still waiting for her to breathe in again.