No, wait - what?
"Sometimes I wish for falling
Wish for the release
Wish for falling through the air
To give me some relief
Because falling's not the problem
When I'm falling I'm in peace
It's only when I hit the ground
It causes all the grief.."
So, I'm still at the Oast.
Officially I've been doing bits of accounting and Steampunk art.
Actually there's been quite a bit of niece-watching, kitchen-wenching, and house-keeping.
Unofficially, whenever I haven't been paying attention, my neurons have been writing snippets of Victorian melodrama. (I'd run out of plot; I thought the writing would cease. Did it? Fekk no. Apparently neurons have more utter flange to discuss about society, family, sanity and Victorian values. I just really hope my neurons understand that the only person who finds this interesting is me...)
My brother has requested I design his wedding invites. I said sure. He added that his lady wants them out by the end of the month. (For a wedding in November. Ooookay.) Vintage, Autumn and Wood are the design themes. This is all cool and shiny, my only issue is he has more ideas about the how-to-find-the-venue map than for the design of the invite proper. *Sigh* See me spend days making up a hundred scrappy mock-ups with everything design-wise from 1860 to 1950. Wheeee.
*rolls eyes at herself and the world in general*
As if that wasn't enough, I've been reminded of 1880s Arizona. *profound wistfulness abound*
Dammnit - I DEMAND my CSA jacket NOW NOW NOW you bastards. (Also I require TB, laudanum, and most of all my ghost - but that's par for the course, nothing new here, move along. Sigh.)
Oh -HA!- and at the end of this month is my jewellery course. (Neurons throw a minor flid aaiiieee aaiiieee oh gods I agreed to it only because it was forever away but now it's the end of this month - which is brilliant - but, aaaiiieee argh argh panic.) Ahem.
Get a grip? Why yes, that would be a sterling idea, I do so look forward to it...
I should go to sleep. I've been up far too long, have eaten bugger all and have just had a large glass of wine. Time to put a dark blanket over my neurons and send them to bed I think...
Wish for the release
Wish for falling through the air
To give me some relief
Because falling's not the problem
When I'm falling I'm in peace
It's only when I hit the ground
It causes all the grief.."
So, I'm still at the Oast.
Officially I've been doing bits of accounting and Steampunk art.
Actually there's been quite a bit of niece-watching, kitchen-wenching, and house-keeping.
Unofficially, whenever I haven't been paying attention, my neurons have been writing snippets of Victorian melodrama. (I'd run out of plot; I thought the writing would cease. Did it? Fekk no. Apparently neurons have more utter flange to discuss about society, family, sanity and Victorian values. I just really hope my neurons understand that the only person who finds this interesting is me...)
My brother has requested I design his wedding invites. I said sure. He added that his lady wants them out by the end of the month. (For a wedding in November. Ooookay.) Vintage, Autumn and Wood are the design themes. This is all cool and shiny, my only issue is he has more ideas about the how-to-find-the-venue map than for the design of the invite proper. *Sigh* See me spend days making up a hundred scrappy mock-ups with everything design-wise from 1860 to 1950. Wheeee.
*rolls eyes at herself and the world in general*
As if that wasn't enough, I've been reminded of 1880s Arizona. *profound wistfulness abound*
Dammnit - I DEMAND my CSA jacket NOW NOW NOW you bastards. (Also I require TB, laudanum, and most of all my ghost - but that's par for the course, nothing new here, move along. Sigh.)
Oh -HA!- and at the end of this month is my jewellery course. (Neurons throw a minor flid aaiiieee aaiiieee oh gods I agreed to it only because it was forever away but now it's the end of this month - which is brilliant - but, aaaiiieee argh argh panic.) Ahem.
Get a grip? Why yes, that would be a sterling idea, I do so look forward to it...
I should go to sleep. I've been up far too long, have eaten bugger all and have just had a large glass of wine. Time to put a dark blanket over my neurons and send them to bed I think...