Suki Blue

Today, I come wielding photos. Under the first cut is a picture of me I took earlier. I thought it might make it easier for those of you going to Hub to spot me.

Under the second cut is a picture of my latest knitted creation.

( ME!! )


( Is it a Bird? Is it a Plane? No, it's two weeks worth of dropped stitches and backwards hair. )

Two more sleeps 'til the Hub! OMG!!!

Dexter!!



Named after the fictional serial killer of the same name, because apparently he looks rather sinister. He's meant to be a jelly baby and I completed him a few days ago as the first of my No More Fags For Me! projects.

As you can see, I made many errors, but this is the risk you take when you knit and watch gay sex on the telly at the same time.

I thought I was having a rough few days and then I opened my copy of The Colour Purple and realised no, I was not. Sometimes I just need perspective.

I'm way behind on emails and struggling to catch up so apologies for that. The good news is the new Grief Counseling one-shot is nearly done. Yays. It's gone a tad epic (is 'a tad epic' even possible?) and it's no longer a one-shot. It's way too long. Whoops! After it has been completed I shall begin my new project, which is a medium length Xangel set several thousand years in the future. Yup, it's Xangel in spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace!

I've given up smoking. It's been three days so, please, no medals just yet. I've taken up knitting to give my hands something to do and a combination of that plus SGA S4 seems to be enough to distract me from the cravings for now. Three days of knitting and I have five inches of wonky scarf. I totally blame Rodney McKay.

My friend R brought me some Lush products. The smell is beautiful and VERY potent. The dog put his head in the bag and nearly passed out.

That's all for now. Glad to see we're all still here. I shall now get back to my emails. Love you all.