Monday, November 24, 2008

Feel a bit of a wreck today. I can't even concentrate enough to watch sci fi or read blog entries. I've needed the toilet pretty badly for the past 6 1/2 hours but it seems like a lot of effort so I'm just ignoring it. Haven't eaten in a long time and don't particularly want to. One of my tortoises weed all over me this morning.

Friday, November 21, 2008

I saw found this cutie via Cute Overload and got thinking about what kind of costumes I could make for my torts. So far I've been too lazy to do anything other than attatching a bell to Sophie's shell which was very cute but wouldn't win any awards.

Anyway, I'm still not particularly inspired but while I was looking for pictures, I came accross this:
And for a bit of extra cuteness...
Seriously, I squealed with joy for at least 10 minutes straight when I saw this. It combines babies and tortoises and it almost made my womb skip a beat. It's like it's holding out it's arms, saying "Hold me Vickie! I smell like freshly washed baby, I feel like extra snuggly fleece AND I look like a tortoise. Love me!"

Nap time for Vickie now.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

I didn't go to the Christmas market yesterday afterall. I woke up bouncier than I've done in months; I think being productive and sewing the night before had cheered me up. I still couldn't sleep, but I wanted to get out of bed in the morning because I had a fun skirt to wear, and wanted to curl my hair.

I paid in a cheque that's been sitting in my purse for weeks; the bank is only a 3 minute walk from my front door, but it's probably the furthest I've walked in weeks. It wasn't so much raining as slightly windy and wet; as I walked the wind stung my face, and I felt wonderful.

I took the bus to the city centre and wandered about the shopping centre, looking for something to want. I bought a fabulous coat (It looks nicer in real life, especially when it's undone.) from New Look, and a strawberry milkshake from an ice cream parlour I've never noticed before. An Israeli girl called Tamara curled my hair and I bought the curlers from her. We talked about jewellery, living in Manchester and working for commision. She lives in Oldham Street and likes it because she can walk to work, but doesn't like it because she's woken up by people walking to work in high heels in the morning.

"Invested" in some nice underwear and got talking to one of the charity people who haunt the city centre. He had green hair and worked for the NSPCC. It had been his birthday the day before. I was going to make excuses and leave before he asked me for money then realised I actually had no good reason not to; I spend more money on ice cream every week than what he was asking for. He drew a loveheart on an envelope for me and gave me a hug. I felt a marginally better person.

A nice man cooked me bacon this morning. I'm decorating gift bags with my young people tonight. My tortoises are eating lots. I feel ok.

Look what I made! I found a cheap pair of jogging bottoms in Asda, cut the waistband off, attatched some spare brocade curtain fabric to it, did some speedy machine applique and ta da! A skirt of awesomeness arises!

Tomorrow I'm going to go to the German market in town and drink lots of gluhwein. Anyone want to come?

Monday, November 17, 2008


I've eventually found a new blog template I'm happy with. Still trying to move the comments back to Haloscan, but I might not bother. Give me a comment if you find any links that don't work!


A well meaning person asked me what the average day looked like for me now I'm a part time student, and I spluttered something like, "Well, erm, I tend to sleep in a lot now, you know, having down time and meds and stuff, then I'll feed the tortoises and get dressed and ready, and erm, watch sci fi. Sometimes I go to Tesco, I usually drive to one that's really far away and make an afternoon of it. Erm, so yeah, I'm pretty busy. Down time. Erm, yeah." There is no way I can disguise how lazy I am, however many times I try and use the phrase "down time" to suggest that this is a temporary thing, in between the other busy and productive cake slices of my life.

Shockingly lazy things I've done this week:
1) Rather than walk upstairs to sleep, I've slept on the sofa at least twice.
2) Rather than bother showering, I've just cancelled all social engagements and stayed indoors for an extra day.
3) I dusted the books piled on my desk. You know you need to study more when your books need dusting.
4) Plan all my meals around how long it'll take to clean up the mess I'll make while cooking.
5) Take a nap half way through writing a blog post because of the overwhelming mental exertion.

Seriously, I can't even remember the point to this post. It's more depressing than I meant it to be. I've been having some fun trippy dreams though; I had one last night where I gave birth to quadruplets but they went to nursery straight away, and I was standing in my parents house trying to figure out whether I'd really just given birth to quads or whether I'd made it up. Then I cycled to the Trafford Centre with my parents and a load of underprivileged youths, but we were stopped by an enthusiastic woman who recruited us all to be in a marching band. I agreed to do it, but as they were arranging us into lines (Instead of using our names, they called out our favourite websites.) they forgot about me so I skulked away before they could notice.

Maybe the internet can help me interpret!

Babies - "If you dream that you forgot you had a baby, then it suggests that you are trying hide your own vulnerabilities; You do not want to let others know of your weaknesses."
Bicycle - "To dream that you are riding a bicycle, signifies your desires to attain a balance in your life. You need to balance work and pleasure in order to succeed in your current undertakings."
Parents - "To see your parents in your dream, symbolizes both power, shelter, and love. You may be expressing your concerns and worries about your own parents. Alternatively, it represents the merging of the female and male aspects of your character."
Marching - "To dream that you are marching to the beat of music, signifies teamwork. It also denotes your aspirations in becoming a soldier or a public office holder."

So I'm embarrassed about the idea of becoming a soldier, I need to gain more balance in my life, I'm hiding some of my many weaknesses, and I'm somehow turning into a man. Awesome.