Fidgety Knitting

*Hi Boys and Girls*

Little Bunny Foo Foo Hopping Through The Forest, Scooping Up the Field Mice and BOPPING Them On The Head.

And then the good fairy went and got lost trying to find her way through the protesters and baracades, leaving Bunny Foo Foo (who is not so innocent I might add) to come over to break out a can of whoop ass on my ass and spray a geiser that would make old faithful jealous. Yes, life explosion... JUST as Spring has decided to show up. Whoopie. Those might be year old Peeps (and yet just perfectly stale- the blessed love... oh how I worship thee Peeps!), but they are sooo singing about SPRING. And I am clinging to it baby.

I am going to tempt le fate ignoranti and say I think Spring is here. I haven't fully packed up the winter clothes, but I am wearing the trench and less wool daily. I am even switching to wanting to knit the current project that I will have to rip out and restart (another post people, no time) with a cotton blend. It might be cold like a summabitch but the sun is out, and while that daylight bullshit (I was raised by the intelligent people- the ones that say screw that changing time crap...) screwed up my clock, it means I get home to light. LIGHT PEOPLE.

I realised after getting an email or two that my silence might be causing concern. And if I dont start posting with some photos and stories of crazies in the Metro, there *might* be hell to pay... I decided I'd give the fly by hello from the desk for alcoholics. Yes I work at Lush Central. Where Liquid Vitamins are offered by the Director no less, to those who stay late on Fridays. Ahhhh. And yes that bottle is ALL MINE BITCHES.

If there was any concern, you can blame it all on 60 Ministers whose meeting (in that room, on the same day as the Greve... oh how I love political turmoil, chanting as I walk past the baracades at 7am so I can get to work in time. JUST the way to make my morning... Ok so I smiled a bit, but serious not into that early morning shit) meant I didn't do much more than eat, sleep, shit and work. And then for the weekend you can blame the nice people I went out with on Saturday (and the cute Aussie I pulled) who had me out till 5am... thus upending my whole weekend and its plans.

Regular posting with blocking (the Cutaway in alpaca), maybe seaming (of said Cutaway in alpaca), praises being to the glory known as sleeping (by not with alpaca), TBM purchases (that include a purchase of alpaca), spring knitting (which will most likely not be done with alpaca), maybe some stash discussion (that will flash you alpaca) and a virtual tour of Le Bon Marche (who sells alpaca) will return shortly. After I sleep. Which thanks to the terror of THIS... not so likely. But you can all send buddhist mind cleansing thoughts my way. I'd ever so kindly appreciate it.

Posted by Stinkerbell at April 6, 2006 03:27 PM | TrackBack