Things That . . . Suck?
I'm off to have my vital fluids drained for the benefit of total strangers. If I don't come back, you'll know the Red Cross has taken my idea to heart and put Jason Isaacs on nurse duty.
In other news, my weekend sucked deeply (getting a little toasty on some decent port at a Christmas party on Saturday excluded). And it's looking like there may be more suckage in the future. That's as specific as I feel like I can be right now, given that I'm still feeling really volatile. But if I'm not around, like, at all, it's because I'm hermiting. There's no cause for concern. One nice thing about recognizing your limits is that you don't exceed them.
On the bright side, I gave my wee nephew his stocking (pictured below), which was a big hit. I had a lot of fun making it, even if I am nearly blind. That picture doesn't do it justice. Each cutout is lined with seed beads, and there are tiny snowflakes and stars stitched all over it. The deer have collars with bells hanging from them. The big tree is covered with shiny red jewels, and stuffed so that it stands out in relief. It's also not blue, it's purple. It's a pimpin' stocking.
I think it works. It's pretty but not too girly, and it's more adult than kiddish. There's also just a touch of pagan imagery there. He'll have it forever, so I wanted to make something that'd age well.
Meh. I have to get dressed and be drained for charity. Later!
In other news, my weekend sucked deeply (getting a little toasty on some decent port at a Christmas party on Saturday excluded). And it's looking like there may be more suckage in the future. That's as specific as I feel like I can be right now, given that I'm still feeling really volatile. But if I'm not around, like, at all, it's because I'm hermiting. There's no cause for concern. One nice thing about recognizing your limits is that you don't exceed them.
On the bright side, I gave my wee nephew his stocking (pictured below), which was a big hit. I had a lot of fun making it, even if I am nearly blind. That picture doesn't do it justice. Each cutout is lined with seed beads, and there are tiny snowflakes and stars stitched all over it. The deer have collars with bells hanging from them. The big tree is covered with shiny red jewels, and stuffed so that it stands out in relief. It's also not blue, it's purple. It's a pimpin' stocking.
I think it works. It's pretty but not too girly, and it's more adult than kiddish. There's also just a touch of pagan imagery there. He'll have it forever, so I wanted to make something that'd age well.
Meh. I have to get dressed and be drained for charity. Later!