My three day experiment going drug free is a failure. I was ok for two days, but this morning it came back to bite me in the arse. I woke early, before Mark’s alarm, and by the time he was ready to leave for work, I was ready to drive him to the station. All good, until I got home, and barely made it to the bathroom to lose my morning coffee.
I couldn’t keep anything down till about 11am when, still queasy, I ate some salted pretzels (food I thought I was well and truly over – thank goodness I still had some in the house!). The rest of the day has been spent limping about feeling sorry for myself, and guilty for not getting more done.
I did finally block my major project for the last few months. If your name is Christine, stop reading now, and please don’t look past the first two pictures.

Here is Custard, having a nap. He is not dead, honest. There is something about loppy eared bunnies, when fully relaxed, they tend to look like roadkill. Extremely cute, but slightly disturbing nonetheless.

Here is the gorgeous cockatoo. Sometimes known as “Cockalicious”, which if it weren’t so pornographic sounding, might be her permanent moniker.
She has decided that Mark is her “Special Friend”, and was following him around the house on the weekend, rubbing her head against his calves in a rather too affectionate manner. The bird whisperer has decreed that I should henceforth be the bearer of treats (instead of Mark all the time), so that she shares her affections. Here she is with her afternoon corn cob. Just prior to this shot she was holding it in one foot and going nuts, but she is a little camera shy, and dropped the treat.

And here is the big project (iPod included for scale). It is the first two charts of the Swallowtail Shawl (that has become a bit of a favourite with me), doubled, with a wide moss stitch border. I did a provisional cast on in the round, and used two “centre” stitches instead of one so that I could knit it on two circs.
The yarn is Patons Jet, a bulky wool/alpaca mix, in a mixture of reds, purples, and a little but of a rusty colour. Pattern modifications are my own, and yes, I do feel a bit clever.
This is to be a blankie for my new neicephew, who is due on the 13th of December, to Mark’s sister Christine, and her husband Matt. I hope they like it, it was made with much love, and great hopes for a very wanted child.

Well, *I* knew Custard was just sleeping! Twinkie looks the same when she’s content. The blankie is gorgeous, I’m sure it will be very well loved.
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The blanket looks really great. And so does Custard!
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The blanket is stunning!
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Gorgeous blankie. I hope you’re feeling better today and all that nausea is gone.
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If you need to take the pharmaceuticals, take them.
Oooooh, birdie! He’s amazingly tame. When he knows you’re the source of treats, he’ll tolerate you. The Chook has drawn blood from people he didn’t know because they got too close to R., who is his special human.
There is also a game we play with Chook. He likes to be tallest, so we play “Up bird”. He stands on my hand, r. puts his hand a little above mine and says “Up bird.” chook climbs up, happy noises from both of us, then I put my hand above R.’s and say “Up bird.” He likes to play this for about 5 minutes, then goes away. It gets him tolerating the both of us.
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The blankie is beautiful work – congratulations. I hope you’re enjoying your new home. Sorry I’ve been tardy in saying “welcome home”
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