So, today I worked on an embroidery project and watched several episodes of Simon Schama's History of Britain (one of many movies and television shows I like to have playing while crafting--also Roseanne, Walking With Dinosaurs, and practically all zombie movies--if you've ever received a crafted item from me, chances are good it was made while 28 Days Later played in the background). Matilda joined me on the couch off and on, prompting several pauses for petting sessions, while she threw disgruntled looks in my general direction.
|Tilds looks like a basking seal here.|
"We see death coming into our midst like foul smoke, a plague which cuts off the young, a rootless phantom which has no mercy or fair countenance. Woe is me of the shilling in the arm-pit; it is seething, terrible, wherever it may come, a head that gives pain and causes a loud cry, a burden carried under the arms, a painful angry knob, a white lump. It is of the form of an apple, like the head of an onion, a small boil that spares no-one. Great is its seething, like a burning cinder, a grievous thing of an ashy colour. It is an ugly eruption that comes with unseemly haste. They are like a shower of peas, the early ornaments of black death."
I hope that there's not a weird you are what you eat force at work with my crafting program choices...otherwise, you people are in serious trouble. And now for some Christmas pictures.
|I wrapped these gifts last night.|
|While I wrapped, Matilda did this. I tried to tempt |
her into wakefulness with sparkle balls, but
she was just not into it.