Tuesday, 21 December 2010

Babe, I'm on fire.

I dreamt that after knitting Darren's blanket in full, raising it up above my head with weakened arms, it was handed over to him only to resemble little more than a crop top.

I declared myself saddened at having misjudged his height and he said "Oh, it covers my nipples and that's all I need."

Friday, 17 December 2010


Favourite thing to look forward to in Spring:

TBA ensembles like this, please.

Favourite newspaper story:

Drug felon uses religious belief in Seinfeld's 'Festivus' to procure meals twice the price/standard of average. Voila.

Favourite Dance:

Special mention to The Bad Seeds in the 'Do You Love Me?' video Darren's newly obsessed with.

Favourite poem:

Please note these are all only valid for this week due to fickle natures.

Wednesday, 15 December 2010


I put my long-planned Christmas jumper on hold to work on a blanket for boyfriend, all six foot four inches of him. It's taken a while, not least because the pattern recommended a discontinued wool dyed in Chile that was nigh-on impossible to find. I ended up having to import various balls from across the United States. It's in varying shades of browns up to golden oranges through to red. Not in stripes, but with each colour gradually brought in. (I shall photograph it properly, once it's done.) Knitting from underneath it, I'm beginning to feel like I'm being burnt alive.

It's making me want to buy some of these to go with it.

I'd phone him up and start my conversation with "I speak to thee from beneath the bonfire."