I hate those trees!

No, maybe I don't, being both a wiccan and an evironmentalist I actually love trees. But I thought it would be boring to write another post where I tell you how much I hate my body. Because of course it's not the trees' fault that I'm allergic, but the stupid body who can't see the difference between friend and foe.

Thank God for good music!

Thank all gods for the Jesus and Mary Chain, for Teeange Fanclub, for New Order, etc, etc - they force me to enjoy life even when I have to read about the First World War, it's really the most depressing topic in the world: all that slaughter, and for what?

Green, not blue anymore

Having had bippimalin over for tea, sewing and dinner made me much happier and I think I'm going to get even happier and indulge myself with some skirt-insanity, inspired by the spirit of Erin at A dress A Day.
This is the fabric, the bananas are like four inches long.

And my husband came home with lots of roses for me.