Saturday, September 10, 2011


Back home again. Routines normalized. Everything a-OK.

Sis took me shopping last week. We visited a couple of fabric shops and a second hand shop.

Shopping is a tad difficult with a three-year-old.

Anyway, I fished out treasures. Buttons, mainly. They're really expensive @ fabrice shops, so I try to find them from flea markets. Easy on the wallet, good for the environment.

Don't know what I'm going to use them on, but since the lot only cost 1,10, it doesn't really matter. They'll find a home someday.

The fabric stores were a big disappointment. Everything was dreary and over-priced and poor of quality. Except D-rings. 0,25 a pop, and they're huge. I got four pairs, thinking I might make a bondage corset.

And then I found something I've been looking for for a really long time.

My grand mother died when I was 17. She had the loveliest cup from which she always drank her coffee. She'd been dead and buried for at least five years before I realized I wanted the cup. By then it was too late to start asking for it, so I decided I'd buy one like it. I googled, and I googled, and went through every flea market and good will shop imaginable, and found nothing. It really started to seem like the cup gran had was the only one in the world. And then last week I found it. I was prepared to pay a twenty for it, but the tag said "cup and saucer 1€".

So now I have it, gran's cup, safely displayed on my dresser.

It's funny how little things like that can drive you nuts...

So. Been going over a book (what do you mean, productive?) I wrote before Jay and the Mousetrap and the Witch Hunt. 90 pages down, another 200 to go. Can't recall if it's done or just half-way there. Which is also funny.

The unemployment office had remembered me with a letter. They said, not in so many words, that they seem to have made an iddy-biddy mistake in trying to make me take the course, and that it really would be smarter if I took the course on entrepeneurship (did I spell that wrong again?) instead. So everything's OK with that, as well.

I feel like I need to take a nap. A whole week of running after a kid is really taxing.

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