i found some time for sewing yesterday. i really wanted to do bags, puppets or thai trousers, but needed more time and fabric for that, so instead i made two pouches! it was much fun making them, with lining and everything. :0)
i read a book in spain called "bad things (don't just happen to other people)" by michael marshall, people were raving on about it, how good it was and what not, and i found the book a real disappointment (and i'm easy to please), the story didn't really resolve, throughout the book i kept wanting to understand what had exactly happened and then by the end i still didn't really know! weirdly, however, i did really enjoy his style of writing, just not so much the story and plot line. these are the passages i liked:
ok, freshly cut and varnished toes, and i post this specifically because it is REALLY really difficult to cut and paint your toenails with a pregnant stomach in the way!
and these are some pregnant pictures of me in my fullest hippo-like glory, i actually don't like how i look much, but i'm posting them anyways as a sort of affirmative/ acceptance practise move, also, look at the pretty nature, that too was devil's dyke in hove.