Harumph.

That's the noise of aggrivated disatisfaction.

I realised today that I could probably spend ALL my money on:

Attractive but inappropriate cameras.

First edition books.

Entomology collections.

Clementines.

Cast Iron sewing machines.

Bed linen.

Cats.

Ponies.

Yup! That would make me happy as a clam.

Dreams

I keep dreaming about various pastel hued ponies.

Real ones, none of this plastic shit.

I almost cry every time I wake up because I know I will never have one.

Christmas was beautiful and vulgar. Obviously.

New years was epitome of inebriation.

2010 has been distinctly average so far.

I would like a little excitement.

I would like to achieve something.

True love

Beards.

I think one of my favourite things about the winter months is the fresh crop of bearded men. When I'm cracking out my hideous/amazing knitwear collection they are growing their own on their faces. I am obsessed with beards. I automatically like a person 25% more if they are bearded. I think it's probably got something to do with my uncle pretending he had a baby mouse living in his beard when I was a tiny thing.

Now I don't know this man. But that is my quilt.

Wah.

I miss my kitty.

I love him so much.

All these Norwich cats just can't compete.

Bad neglectful Francesca

I haven't abandoned you little blogling I promise.

I have been a busy little bee recently. Lots of work for my current uni project, all the more painful as the enthusiasm for it only lasted about two weeks. I did not use the enthusiastic weeks well. Now I'm left with stale ideas and sub par work. Yet again. But I am determined to drag my arse through and pass. I don't care how low my mark is- as long as it's a pass. Talk about academic satisfaction, jeez.

Back at the family home we have a new tiny member. I tiny little fluff called Sophia. She is one of the cutest (and most violent) little creatures we have ever had. My hands look like I tripped and fell into a thorn bush. Actually being abused by a puff ball. Disgrace. My brother just turned up with her one day. Naturally my mother couldn't turn away a kitten, so now she sleeps in my brother's sock drawer and bullies my other Kitty.

I am starting to get extremely excited about Christmas. I just want to make decorations. I'm planning on forcing my house-mates' to have a craft weekend. Literally beautify this boxy little terrace and make it the prettiest grotto ever.

I am a sucker for a bit of sparkle.

Really bad music.

Terrible week for musical guilty pleasures. Literally abominations. Think Erasure, think Shakira. I hate myself a little, but they have amazing ability to lift a thoroughly cranky mood.

I have finally decided that my principle discipline will be embroidery. My tutors only comment about this decision was "yes well that's been obvious for 3 years" Thanks Jill. Nice of you to bully me into knit and weave anyway you old sandwich.

Chez Sucre Chez has officially convinced me I think.

(http://chezsucrechez.blogspot.com/)

Her simple hoop work makes me smile. I'm so tired of embroidery being so undervalued. Blah blah craft vs art etc. But still, people never seem to understand the labour of love that goes into these creations. Sewing is not as therapeutic is people want to believe.I think it's about time embroidery started getting the credit it deserves. Plus it's the closest I can get to directly illustrating via a textile medium that isn't sodding print making.

Delicious.

I need write letters to primary schools and convince them to let me teach embroidery workshops.

Effort.

Tada

I keep having dreams about hair.

Plaiting hair.

I get very distressed when I realise how encapable I am of achieving the above when I wake up.

i think my critical studies essay will be about hyper reality and tapping the subconscious.

Obviously this is an ideal situation, but my lack of knowledge or patience will hinder the effort.

I'll end up writing about knitting again.

I accidentally shredded a roll of 35mm I had been nursing for 2 months.

There is something wrong with the teeth on my pentax.

I have a wedding to plan.