Despite it being Max's birthday today, it was me who had a wonderous day. Perhaps it was just the chocolate sweet talking me.

I hadn't been feeling so good yesterday, and this morning I woke full of cold and really not feeling good. This is what Sick Days are for. The men left on their morning adventures with public transport, and I set too. A sick day, despite its intentions, is the best day for sewing. Out came the bags of material, out came the patterns, the sewing machine, the ribbon stash, the button stash, the iron, and lastly, the ironing board cover.

I've felt a sewing frenzy coming for a few weeks, and needed the solitude and time to get into it. There's been a nicknack notions (ok, that's a really american word, included for the hard of comprehension amongst us, and everytime I see it written I think of a box full of potions with green smoke coming out of it) bag I've needed to get done ever since I did the needle roll way back when (when? that long ago? surely not), some suprise 'things' for, err, suprises when they're needed, and two more dolls. I actually sorted the material for 4 dolls, and figured I'd get two underway this afternoon, but didn't figure on how long it would take to turn the friggin legs and arms inside out and stuff them. I only got the body of 1 doll done this afternoon.

Just as I was sitting down, there was a knock at the door. Really I should just give the postman a key and he can let himself in, drop the boxes off, have a cup of tea, and be on his merry way. He's stopped giving me bemused looks now, and I'm getting slightly sick of expressing deep suprise everytime another parcel gets delivered. I should just cut to the chase and tell him what's in the boxes (porn!!!!!!!!! and loads of it!!!!! You wanna come in?!) but it would take far too long to explain.

I half expected 1 box, but not 2 boxes (see it's a lucky number today, everything has had 2 in it). And poor Quarantine, what the hell must they think of me? Surely they must know I have 5 pamphlets from them already, I don't really need some more. However, I know they enjoyed unpacking one of the boxes...and suprisingly given the contents of one of them, I'm suprised they didn't confiscate anything. Like I said, it's a lucky day today :)

Box 1:

Phiiiiiiiiiildarrrrrrrrrrrrrr Neige (I can't say it as a short word. It needs flourish) which could very well be mistaken for marshmallow it is so fluffly and cloud like and honestly, if you're going to make Kate's Bunnies, you gotta use this stuff. And coffee chocolates - there's a pile of wrappers under the sewing machine. Good sore throat elixir I swear. Kate is an absolute goddess for sending the wool and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. She's having a Power of 2 Universe time too. I tell you, there's something in it - for sure.

Box 2:

An assortment of goodies including merino/tencel fibre for spinning in Dragonfly colours (go see it spun up here), some white mongolian cashmere which just likes to be held softly for a little while, white tea with honeysuckle which is as delicious as it sounds, and chocolate covered orange peel which is very good for stuffy noses. Once again, Leila has outdone herself and got me itching to get the spindle out. Is it bad manners to boot in-process spinning off a spindle?

The men are home. Time to play sick.

Comments

[kate]

café? café? Zere eez no café in ze chocolats! Eet eez... howdoyousay... uniquement ze caramel et ze chocolat noir. Et zay arrrr my very very bonbons favourites. I am glad zat you like zem too as I 'ave a petit tas des wrappers undernees my bureau. bises.