Happy Birthday 'Neen!
No, really this time.
Working from home to avoid strike induced commuting nightmares
feels
one hell of a lot like
compulsively cleaning because the flatmates are due home tomorrow
. And I do mean 'compulsive', in that it's worry induced. I'm all worried about what they'll think of how I kept the flat so I'm cleaning hard. Harder than I really need to, I think. Oh well.
I felt incredibly old womanish over the weekend when I noticed just how dusty Die Schwester's house is. I don't know whether I'm supposed to be noticing this stuff or not - am I too young to be grown up, or too old to be living like a student?
Talking of the flatmates - The Greek phoned from breakfast, and it appears
Izzy may well have broken even or made a profit, including plane fare (for her). Fantastic!
Fannish obsession
du jour is fancy dress - for a number of reasons: probably including
camwyn and
agoodshinkickin's emails of Dragon*Con costumes; possibly also because
miss_s_b had got me wanting to plan an Agatha Clay outfit; because looting the InnerRents' cupboards has yielded sheets of the
perfect colour for Dread Pirate Turner; because it's September and I need to get my Halloween outfit; or patching my jeans yesterday just got me thinking (The InnerMum has promised to take me jeans shopping on Saturday, but initial investigation has caused me to suspect that she doesn't understand that the Samuel Vimes 'boots' theory of socioeconomic unfairness also applies to jeans.)
Whatever the reason, I have some things I'm determined to make, for Halloween, Millicon and hopefully Dragon*Con[*]. These include the green wool Steampunk outfit for Agatha; somehow getting a sparkly bodystocking for Karolina, and a completely new shirt for William.
And because I have no income, I will NOT be buying anything from
this site.
And that is all I have to say today, I think.
*
Not that the coming months without income are going to leave me able to afford Millicon or D*C.
This is one of the central dilemmas of my life right now..
Or would be if
My mom is equally unaware (and surely would be unimpressed by if she were aware) of the Vimes boots theory. She actually thinks that my t-shirts being more than a year or two old is sufficient reason to get rid of them... no matter how many times I try to point out that surely the fact that they survived last year's cull and the year before that says something about my intent of keeping them around.
You are awesome.
Never forget this.