(I love my scanner. ^^)
Her Highness has been general PITA today so these took quite a bit longer to finish than I anticipated, but now they are done and waiting to be photographed and finished in file level.
I say ... and you think ... ?
:: Brain
In other news I had a killer migraine yesterday, but apparently I am already getting better - thanks to stitching. Its medicational value is underestimated. 
That means that I'll do a little bit stitching and then I have not one, but two new models to finish today. (And I should really do the laundry... nggh.)
I was thinking about aspect of disappointment after someone, with whom I had exchanged about two emails, said (or rather yelled, as much as you can yell in an email) that he's disappointed at me. (I think that is first time in long, long time (or ever) when anyone says that to me.)
How can he be disappointed at me when he doesn't even know me? When he doesn't know what I wish for, what I am afraid of or what keeps me going...
Let me lighten up the definition of a disappointment a bit:
Doesn't this apply with all the disappointments we experience: when someone reveals to be something else we thought they just reveal that we have created a false image and our disappointment is all about being angry to the person who broke that image. Because we love our castles in the sky and our predictable lives.
It would be too much to accept the fact that you can never control anything nor know someone completely (that would be boring).
I have been asked would I be interested to take part to a book project, and I have given preliminary promise to be one of the writers.
It will never be a best seller, but I see it as a possibility to affect opinions and, do what I have always wanted to do, be a publishing writer.
It would also be a good possibility to practise my writing style.
Stitching
I have been practising my French knots (-> best tutorial ever <-) and realised that silk may not be the best choice of fiber when doing it. I have also been wondering how it is possible to fell in love with your own design?
It is partially due choice of floss, as Atalie's Lhassa is simply beautiful when stitched, but partially it is about the design being just so... me, but so unlike me.
Nevertheless, it's beautiful.
Kitties
Her Highness has been very co-operative: she didn't kill me when I gave her her antibiotics last night and this morning she took her painkillers nicely. Though I am quite sure that that paté I had mixed it with had something to do with it.
Now I will just wait a while and give her morning meds when she's high enough not to care.
And, as I have no stitchy pictures, let me introduce you gorgeous man who sleeps on my left side:
Could you believe that I made my first ever biscornu only one year ago? Neither do I, but I have a proof: this entry.
Old lady...
..got her painkillers (my mother came to rescue again) and will be kept intoxicated whole weekend.
You can say she doesn't feel very good. I haven't been able to do anything today (until now) because she has been clingier than usual (remember that she is a Siamese and they are naturally extremely clingy) and has either slept on my lap or hugged my thigh (I really don't know why she likes my thighs) - with the obvious demand of being petted.
Back from the vet, again. Same problem as in last Sunday. They would have stitched her ear, but as HH's ear lobe has inflammation in it it would have probably caused more problems than good.
She's on antibiotics now and I have to find some money from somewhere to get her her painkillers - and I still owe the vet 5 euros... But this time her ear looks completely empty and she has a collar to prevent her scratching her ear - and that pain medication should also prevent her to shake her head.
Keep your thumbs and toes up that her ear will get better - for her sake and for my finances' sake.
Masa is happy too, he got printer's box to play and sleep in... (You know, it's like the best toy/ place ever: a cardboard box. *HUGE* cardboard box.)
And... I love and deeply adore myself Lady P., she let me buy some yummy Crescent Colours silks from One Star's Light Needlework Supplies (have you noticed that I like to buy my things from my distributors?) - what made it even better was that my lovelies are already in the mail even I ordered them this afternoon (notice the time difference between OSL and me). ^^
I just finished little something for little someone, but as it is a gift I won't reveal it before it has been received.
By the way, new ¡The Anticraft! is out.
This week's
How many WIPs do you have? How many UFOs do you have? When does a WIP become a UFO?In WIP front I have seven personal ones (which you can find from my blog's sidebar - one of them has become an UFO) and Lady Periphaeria has from three to four models in her WIP pile - so, altogether 11-12.
- and three smaller ones.The difference between WIP and UFO is do I want to work on said project or not. If I do, it can be WIP even though I may not touch the project in months - if I don't feel like stitching said project it becomes an UFO. (So, in my case it's more motivation based than time based difference.)
Off to have some coffee...
Before I forget, update on a date: it has been proved that I am good guy type. You know, all that you are nice, intelligent, cute and all, but... yadda.
So, next victim wanted.
If you begin to think of...
...men in my life in any degree during last four months:
I have always believed that lack of touch can kill you. At least it drives you insane and makes you bitter.
Goals for April were:
Additional:
Goals for May:
Now, little update on some things I have stitched since March 1st.
Ia! Ia! (What's all this then?)
As promised, something geeky (notice the seaweed):
Little something for your inner geek, a geeky stitching friend or the geek of your life - or for you to remind you of the geek of your life.
Spread that sweet tentacle love or just keep it all to yourself, this is the thing to have.
I love mine.
And then for... Something Blue...
Something old, something new,
Something borrowed, something blue,
And a silver sixpence in her shoe.
Yes, it is a ring biscornu - what else could I come around with?!
One day I found myself wanting to publish this, noticing that it is 'too' big for a regular biscornu and its theme may also be a bit off... it reminded me of weddings, and what goes with a wedding? A ring pillow! And as ring pillow is an old idea I made a question: how about a ring biscornu then?
I liked the idea, even I am not huge wedding fan myself (if I am about to remarry I prefer two witnesses style) and this was the result. (Those rings are my former engagement and wedding ring.)
Now... where's my next victim other-half-to-be?
XO motifs are known in anglosaxic world as hugs and kisses, but they do exist elsewhere with different meanings. In Nordic countries they have been used in knitted items, such as fishermen's sweaters, to protect person who wears them.
This little one is stitched over one and moved to Malta to live with Natasha, who was my receiver in Challenge #1.
This little piggy moved to Netherlands to live with my Mystery Exchange partner Judith, who, based on her wishlist, has a blossoming needleroll addiction. I decided to feed it a bit.
This is one of the first needlerolls I have ever designed, but I like its simplicity - and the fact that its ornamentations are in endless loop ie. turn it around and those bands repeat ad nauseam.
In my opinion that is how they are supposed to go and inconsistency in needlerolls' ornamentation's continuity has always bothered me (if they are band based).
So, this is what I have been up to.
John Henry Giles: It's over. I lost my air. That session the other night with those kids, that was a test to see if I could still play. I can't.And all the sudden I notice that I remind myself of someone by quoting this... but I do it just because it fits.Dr. Gregory House: And that's all you are? A musician?
John Henry Giles: I got one thing. Same as you.
Dr. Gregory House: Really. Well, apparently you know me better than I know you.
John Henry Giles: I know that limp. I know the empty ring finger. And that obsessive nature of yours, that's a big secret. You don't risk jail and your career to save somebody doesn't want to be saved unless you got something, anything, one thing. The reason normal people got wives and kids and hobbies, whatever, that's because they ain't got that one thing that hits them that hard and that true. I got music. You got [indicating the hospital] this. The thing you think about all the time. Thing that keeps you south of normal. Yeah, makes us great. Makes us the best. All we miss out on is everything else.
We are back from the vet, and HH is still a bit woozy after the sedative, but she had a diagnose ("blood ear") and treatment and it seems to me that she is no longer in pain. (Imagine if you were a cat and had ~½ dl fluid inside your ear lobe...)
Vet punctured her ear lobe (stuff that came out didn't smell like flowers), injected some cortisone and gave ear drops I have to put in HH's ear next ten days. (It was not cheap trip, but it was about half of the price I would have paid in Helsinki University animal hospital (that place is for teaching, city vet (whom I used) is fully qualified professional... Do we see some oddity in pricing here?).)
HH will be floppy-eared for the rest of her life and her ear will dry and become wrinkly, but it doesn't make any difference - she is her lovely annoying self nevertheless.
This condition may also recur, but in that case it is possible to ask an operation for the ear to prevent this happening after few punctures.
Anyway, old lady is happy now. ^^
I say ... and you think ... ?
Otherwise: I... am... tired. But it's done, pages have been rewritten and I even had time to go on that date. I will give opinion of the success rate if he really is insane enough to meet me again - at least he has my cell number now.
I am tired also because I only slept three hours last night and now I am off to take Her Highness to the vet. Her ear got worse overnight and we'll head to see city vet who also does emergencies on weekends.
Is short and sweet:
And I get to learn all kinds of new stuff. ^^
), with no further problems is all the sudden so fragile that minor scratch causes inflammation.And then there's Neko who is old and stiff and spends his days by mostly sleeping... Even Seiichi seems to be slightly worried about his little brother.
FedEx
They actually made it five hours before estimated delivery time. And... loads of House, M.D.! 
It may be good for Mr. Wonderful that he is on the other side of this globe, otherwise I'd have probably squeezed him to bits. (You see, I love mr. House - for many reasons, sentimental value added.)
More goodies
I was the winner of Mystery Blogger Challenge at The Robin's Nest and the prize was waiting for me in my mail box today (accompanied with Leslie's RR - her fabric is beautiful, it will be joy to stitch on)... Ready, set, drool!
I don't usually win anything so it makes this even better!
