Spanking new
Who says endless bitching doesn’t work? Obviously someone who hasn’t mastered the art. I finally have a blog with comments. And an archive. I am basking in the glory of having a proper blog.
It has been so long since I last blogged. So very very long. Not a thing has happened since the last time. Well, I lie. Ben and I spent a delicious, yarnful and cruising long weekend in Stockholm. It was fantastic. We toured the archipelago and went to many a museum. We met up with a Ravelrer and she showed us many a yarn store and was all around a perfect host. She also walked our pants off, but that was a small price to pay. I also took beautiful pictures such as this:
proving that I don’t completely suck at the picture taking.
I cannot remember what else happened in August. Hmm. I guess nothing with the eventful tag in it.
We are thinking of heading to London next, but that coincides with Matilde’s wedding. To tell you (or myself) the truth, I have all sorts of grudges towards this wedding and am seriously considering not going. I might just give my €50 and get it over with. These people have been nothing but absent in my life, be it in my time of need or in my time of happy, and I just have nothing to say to them anymore. Witness is yesterday’s conversation with Francesca that seemed to be made primarily of embarrassed silences and awkward topics. I thought that just taking them as it is would be enough, but it isn’t. Especially since they haven’t been there at all to begin with. I still have a wild fondness for Ines and intend to see her more, but the other two have gots to go. And so I am thinking of RSVPing a Thanks, but no thanks. I don’t even want to hold a grudge, but I honestly don’t feel like sharing the happy day. Petty? But of course!
Today’s funny is brought by someone that just tracked me down on Facebook. He writes:
“I remember you sitting on a desk, while we were all sitting around you, and demonstrating how to put your legs behind your head”.
Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeem’ries.