Life has been rather grim lately, particularly with regard to my freedom or lack thereof to get out of the house and do anything resembling fun. Even inside the house my hands are so wrecked with arthritis and I've so little energy that I'm forced to brutally prioritise to a shrinking list of essential activities. But not entirely.
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I shopped for clothes, and I think I liked it. But I probably won't do it again. (Warning - this gets depressing.)
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As SwanCon 2015 is both the NatCon and 40th Swancon, I'd really like to get myself organised this year to turn Pretty Rocks on Frocks fabric(s) into a ball gown of some sort I can wear at the masquerade. This is an Organise My Thoughts post to get things moving along, in the traditionally disorganised format.
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I fear I have crossed an important line. ( Read more... )

I could make T-shirts saying "I was prepared in a facility that also processes nuts" for my sisters, but I don't think they'd wear them.

I was in Big-W today and was almost tempted to shell out $5.87 for a DVD copy of Catwoman just for the pleasure of destroying it in some unspecified fashion. But that would be Wrong. I did get a copy of Eight Legged Freaks, a horror/comedy film I recall with much affection, so it will be interesting to see how my memory of it holds up. I would have ( Read more... )

And the immortal words rang out: "I see you're watching porn tonight."

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Actually no, I think it was the chicken mince.

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Let's see.

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They're a bit firm and were incredibly cheap; there's something you could uncharitably class as overspill; and they were purchased with an anticipation of the near-future stretch in the fabric, but...

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