I have been in touch with my inner 7yr old...

...and we're having jelly and icecream for dessert. It makes us smile.

the funkiness

Woman's girdle, about 1540-80, Italy or France, Museum no. T.370-1989., originally uploaded by Medieval and Renaissance - V&A.

Kind of in love with this girdle.
The flickr set has more info.

I like big arses and i cannot lie..

Adrienne's Arse of Enormity, originally uploaded by Hunydd.

Miss Hunnydd took some photos on the weekend (yay) and now that she's home again, she finally put them up on flickr for us. This is my favourite one of me and my frock (why must i be pulling a dumb head in every photo?? Why??)

Yay for frocks and photos of them and yay for ginormous arses and puff sleeves!

Clicking on the piccie will take you to her flickry site.

I love our PM

I was watching the news today in the waiting room. StKev uttered the phrase 'straight to the pool room' in relation to some thing he got for submitting a bid for us to host the next Soccer World Cup.

It was the awesome

I had my appointment with the lung specialist today.

The phrase 'it would be extremely rare for someone your age to have cancer' is comforting, but not quite comforting enough, if you know what I mean. She's definitely ruled out emphysema though, which is nice.

The new theory is that the shadow on my lungs is a bunch of gunk leftover from the pneumonia and it's being kept there by a lump of mucus. I have a month to make it go away (hello nebuliser and decongestants and coughing regime) or I have to go get a tube shoved down my throat to see what's really there.

Oh, the excitement. Oh, the glamorousness.

In other news..

I've stopped getting my emails from my optusnet address to my email readery thing. It was full of spam (why yes, yes I would love to satisfy my woman and hear her scream my name with delight at my ginormous love rod whilst I read my especial messages about bank accounts I don't have and send this money to that nice widow and ooo what happens if I click on this link, something good I hope)
My main email addy is my gmail one. It has been for a while but am now making it official. The other one will get checked occasionally.

If you don't have my gmail one one, leave a comment and I'll send it to you.

made me giggle

via BoingBoing (and a few other places

week round-up

Monday
hateful probably cancerous lungs, I should do sewing, hateful probably cancerous lungs, I shall distract myself by sewing, ahhh better. sleep is for the weak

Tuesday
2am and all is not very well! ooo CT scan is interesting, it's going to be cancerous, I hate waiting, soooo tired, should sew but brain doesn't work, did I mention I was tired? and scared? and fretting? and that I hate waiting? hooray! not the evil C word! hoorah! I am a big doofus! Champagne is needed. bugger, last big night to do useful sewing and brain still isn't working.

Wednesday
work, work, home home, sew, sew, pack, pack, save the world, pack pack, sew, sew, sleeeeeeeeep.

Thursday
Big girly Roadtrip! Squeeeeee! No sleeps to go! Sewing in the car makes 10hr roadtrips go zooom. Don't blame it on the sunshine. All your Melbourne are belong to me! Ooo sparkly lights outside hotel window. Yay for going out for dumpling sand food and chats with a chum. Manic and bouncy from finally being here and would asplode if there was no-one to direct it at. Sleep in big big bed all to myself, Oh the luxury of space.

Friday
markets and hot jammy donuts and bratwurst and walking down Collins st wih Charlie. So much architecture pron. Keep walking all across the city and the pretty park and ah here's home for next few days. Unpack. Lunch at wine bar on Gertrude St in Fitzroy is rooly rooly yummy. More 'sploring. Beverages in town and coffee in Camberwell with chums is extra fun. Doombaby loves ratty. Dinner with lots of people. Hugs and laughter and amusement and delighftully bad tv and deeeelicious baked goods.

Saturday
Day of the frock. But first brekkie on Lygon st at cafe that Meg used to go to a lot. v v yummy. Time for frockage. Soo much needs to be fixed but it did look kinda awesome if I do say so myself. Amusing photos and food and wine and pretty frocks on lots of people, and cute venue and weirdness and court and lovely to see people and drinks bacxk at apartment. Standing around outside with nothing covering my upper chest did my lungs no end of good (not). The cough came back with a vengeance. No sleep for anyone.

Sunday
Tired, grumpy, wheezy, need alone time. Brekkie again at cafe, uber nummy. Yay for arts markets and art gallery and seeing different people and food and wandering around and AJ helping me with my small-boy-addiction. Bus ride of weirdness to airport, waiting, waiting, flying, flying, walking, walking....MY BOYS ARE HERE!!! Hugs and kisses and I love you and I miss you and tell me about your weekend and more hugs and kisses and presents and snuggling on couch and early bed and many a sigh of contentment.

Was lovely to go away, Was lovely to spend time with good friends (next time will manage to spend more time with the lovely people who live there - I likes them and didn't see nearly enough time with them), was lovely to see the prettiness that is Melbourne and was extra lovely to come home to my little hovel and lie on the couch being happy.

Packing and sewing and shopping, oh my

Have been preparing for girly roadtrip down to Melbourne.
We leave delightfully early tomorrow morning.
I still have so much sewing to do, but 10hrs of car trip plus extra to do it in. Think I'll take Charlie up on her offer to do some sewing for me as well.
Last night's Fight Club was a write-off for me. Hateful lungs taking up valuable brain space and sewing time.

Am trying to squish everything into overnight bag thing and a backpack. Packing light happens to other people. I try and fail.

Sigh.

Will promise to make sure there are photos of me in frenchypants frock o' doom. Actually want to get photos of other people's frocks as well. Need photo of Meg and I as Bobsy twins. We've both made late period frocks, both in a gold/natural tone brocade. No it was not planned. People probably won't notice the effect, but it makes us giggle.

Met MissMegzzz in town todat at the lovely french pattisserie in The Rocks and had rooly rooly good healthsome food. Yes, butter and eggs used in those quantities makes it healthsome right? Was healthsome to the soul at least.

Now for last bits of pottering and then bed methinks.

Hoorah!

It's not the Evil C word
We don't know what it is, except taht it's not that ( well, it could be lurking anywhere, but not specifically in that white patch)

I have a referral to go see a lung specialist.

I'm to finish this does of antibiotics and then have a break but they may try me on the special drugs to kill off the special infection it could be. It starts with S and I keep wanting to say Scoliosis and then Salmonella, but that's not right (for so many reasons).

And now, I've been up since really quite stupid o'clock this morning, and walked around a lot of the sore foot of soreness (also looked at today and no spare fracture so probably just soft tissue damage) and had a lot of worry and then a lot of glee and tried to do some sewing and been v v feeble at it.

Bedtime for this little black (and not cancerous) duck.

Oh and thank you for my sms' and emails and messages and stuff. Is very very appreciated.

up, down, up down.

So, by this time in 12and a bit hours I should know what is in my lungs that is making me sick. The CT Scan is booked for 9am.

I alternate between being really scared that it's the evil C word and thinking I'm a complete doofus for being scared and positive the results will show it's just a slightly different and completely curable infection or old scar tissue from Tuberculosis.

I want to know the results because this roller coaster is making me nauseous.

In much lovelier news, my other big sister, Nic was in town this evening and we got to have (last minute) dinner and catch-up. Bought a big smile to my face. She very cleverly endeared herself to the kids by bringing them presents. The fight to get Torby to give up his new puzzle when in bed was expected.

enough already

Every time I walk past the TV in the meal room at work, there's something about Michael Jackson playing.

Yes it's sad that he's dead, it's sad when anyone dies, but really, people..enough!

2 butterflies and a flower/butterfly hybrid

2 butterflies and a flower/butterfly hybrid, originally uploaded by Miss DV.

They're pretty cute sometimes.

More cuteness on flickr as always

Randomness

I want a whole bunch of stuff from Georgie Loves

Winston made me giggle

math geekery meets poetry is teh awesome

My frenchypants frock is coming together..here's the almost finished bodice (the two dangly bits of bling are now attached, sleeves cut out and one of them has the stripes sewn on)

go go nerd boy

Torby woke up just before 6am and came trotting into our room after cexploring the livving room and discovering that 'his busy ' (my old laptop) had been put away. After a few demands to play busy from him and a few reminders from us that it was still sleep time he climbed between us and proceeded to thrash and kick and squirm about settled down between us. In an effort to get him to cease squirming about and asking questions..is it wake time yet? can I pay busy now?, morning yet?, I go isobelzoes? I go grandma's? etc, we resorted to getting him to count to 300 hundred with the promise that I would wake up when he was done.

Yup, we eploited his love of numbers in a bid for more sleep like the good parents we are!

He counted to 200 hundred and then got bored.

Still, was a few more minutes of blissful horizontalness before we had to start the day.

wrong, so very wrong

where's my kitten huffing bowl?

Megzz is to blame..

http://www.findingmygoddess.com/

Now, I don't want all you single ladies running off to the US to be this man's goddess. Hod yourself back...be strong.

Oh what a morning..

Woke up at about 5 with a full bladder and a need to figure out which pearls I would be using to decorate the lower sleeves of the frock with. Why yes, I am insane, thanks for asking.

Once everyone else was awake and clothed, Nw and Tory dropped me off at the x-ray place to get the follow-up chest x-ray done.

We met up when it was done and took Torby for haircut day and shoe shopping. His hair is no longer almost as long as mine. hoorah!


An hour later, pixck up x-rays, go back to doctor...

The white patch on my lung that is/was the infection is still there.

I am breathing much easier and feeling healthier but am not back to normal. So I now have another 5 days of antibiotics, then I get to go for a CT Scan. (I shall glow soon from the amount of radiation my body has received. ) Then we will be able to see what this white patch actually looks like. If we need fiurther info, the next step is to get a bronchoscopy. Hopefully won't have to go that far.

If I can hack up a nice bit of phlegm for the doctor he can make sure I don't have some wacky infection that needs special antibiotics. Yesterday, I was phlegm girl..today not so much. Stupid body!

Icanhaznewlungsnaoplz?
kthxbai

oh the pretty

Alice in Wonderland a la Tim Burton

Can't wait.

The link has piccies of gorgeousness

quote of the day

It pays to be obvious, especially if you have a reputation for subtlety.
- Isaac Asimov