I've been alternately singing Cheap Trick's "I want you to want me" and Simply Red's something-or-other hideous song about coming home to you all day. One made me jump up and down a bit, the other made me want to punch someone, anyone in the gonads.
Actually, what is Mick Hucknall's excuse for living?!
The fact that I even know his name makes me anxious.
No offence if he, and his band, do it for you, but I have wondered for many years why:
a) no one has ever knocked off Phil Collins and
b) why does Mick Hucknall think he is god's gift to the world?
Not that Phil Collins has anything to do with it.
And nor should he.
He shouldn't have anything to do with anything, really. he should have just stayed behind his bloody drumkit where he was actually doing some good.
Frock-vintage, ophopped on Saturday. Bloody comfy.
Scarf clip-vintage, opshopped
Stripey socks-the laden with chutzpah Sarah
I flogged the latest Fashion Quarterly (an NZ fashion publication, published...you guessed it!) from a cafe where Justine and I had coffee the other day.
I'm bad, yes, you know it.
But look at this capelet!!
I was out of control.
I want one.
I want to make one.
One of these days I freaking will.
O,speaking of "one of these days I'll get to it" kinda things, I finally had a my first attempt at crochet on Saturday morning in bed!
I can do chain stitch and slip stitch!!
Sir Harvey Wallbanger did his best to help, too.
It ain't much, but it's a start!!
Maybe one day I'll be able to make a crochet capelet!!!
The possibilities are endless.
It'll be like when I got into mosiac, and wanted everything, including the bbq to be mosoiac'd.
G had to put his foot down.
Hey, if you don't have a pop up comment box I don't seem to be able to comment!
I've been trying on some of you lovelies today, but it just says "error on page".