So Two Grapes is now complete and I am at the stage of child and weatherproofing it as it is intended to be portable and potentially outdoors.

I am quite pleased with it but things can still go wrong, so I will be working on it for another week or so.

Haram Bawbag is now the primary attention seeker, and I am adding some new features for Little Shiva.

I’m not very happy at the moment.

I am extremely touched that you dropped by, however I could do with an email instructing me on how to send you the item. It is also rather indiscreet to communicate via the blog, and I am not a natural name dropper, poppet.

I promise I will keep up marginally better. I have been assiduously avoiding reality for some months.

Keep up the standards, and good luck. I should be back to writing after I get these four pieces out.

Much affection,

Ina

For the benefit of my younger readers, you never grow out of being tongue tied. I forsee my downfall as being tiny, irate and having very good taste, particularly in coffee. I hope to regain my ability to speak shortly.

Got the glass guy, so Haram Bawbag will be proceeding in a couple of weeks.  I will work on the 3d mosaic in the meantime.

Adding a kind of renaissance Venetian effect to Little Shiva’s throne, which is taking an amazing amount of time.  Got a great deal on some incredible Italian yarn, so that will send things up a notch or ten.

Bought most of the stuff for the new project, and am awaiting delivery.  Twisty is tidying up the quick and dirty graphics work I had done thus far, so we should have a nice sharp image to work from shortly.

Apart from that, trying to improve my sleeping ability.  Wrote to Boris, but I think I may have to try via another route.  Should he spare the minute to drop by, I was not planning on making it a public gift, so please do not worry about the title.

I think I may write the Angel story shortly.

Well another long long day is not quite over as I now have to do my other job.  I have the same 15 hour day tomorrow.  It is kind of tiring.

Bawbag seems to be amassing quite a lot of new flying monkeys, which is quite hilarious as you drive down the street and hear people ask fascinating questions about what could possibly be in my wool boxes.

The boxes are full of wool.  You need wool if you are stitching wool items.

We are all very sorry that you have to obey the law the same as absolutely everybody else who lives here.  We should obviously also apologise for existing without permission.

On a happier note, have formed a reasonable picture of what I want to do with the new artwork.

Got a lot of work done today as it was quiet, hoping to get the tongues finished to the next stage by the end of tomorrow.

Should you wish to see the post I removed in case it was upsetting for you, I still have it here set to private. You need only ask.

Oh that’s right you can’t.

I have several people with Cluster B issues that like to pretend they are in my life.

They all have one thing in common – they all believe that money means there is nothing wrong with them and everybody else exists for their benefit.

Sorry kids, the adults have something else to do.

I cannot solve their problems, they should really seek help elsewhere.

Busy having a life free of twats with nothing in their heads but themselves.

Well the last adventure did not go at all well.  It is time to move on.

I do not know why I deserve this hassle.

I cannot be bothered with any more.

I finally plucked up the courage to unblock Little Shiva, and I was fortunate to find some photos from 19 hours ago.

He is perfectly ordinary.  Either the year has not treated him well, or he is putting on weight again.  Back in Ilford I see.  One of you is still obsessed with last summer, I am not sure which one as I still get hits about it from Edinburgh and London.

The chair, however is not at all ordinary, and is going extremely well.  I will send him and his wife a pic of it when it is done.

Apart from that, seriously considering quitting one of the jobs due to generalised discontentment. I am tired of pretending to be nothing to suit the TV watching population.

Not feeling like writing at the moment, so I am sewing like crazy in an effort to get the chair done this year and move on to other things.

Ah well, another apathetic cure for enthusiasm.  Life is not very interesting or special any more. It could have been so much better. I would have liked to be in a different place emotionally.

Feeling lazy? Why not have your booze delivered in Glasgow by Drinkly?

There is no longer any need to get off your ass. They do it for you!

Perfect for those deathly hangovers!

Well, I’m sure it is. I suspect you are a little bit racist, and a big bit shameless, given the lack of experience or concern for other people.

I certainly wouldn’t speak to you the way you spoke to me. Neither of you are particularly nice people. Lucky you found each other, really. I’d be more pissed off that he didn’t mention me, if I was you.

I’m not sure why you think he’s such a great catch? I was very kind, despite what he did.

Rather tedious day in which I did a lot of stitching and felt rather fed up with this enormous chair.  It will require a lot more work to get to the correct dimensions.  I do not currently think that it is worth the effort or the exorbitant amount of wool, to be honest.

Providing a lot of folksy entertainment in Finnieston as I do it.  I am not sure if the ladies of the red light district are aware of it, but sewing seems to intoxicate men to the point of them making several visits to watch some woman in a car  in the course of her day.

Wondering whether I should turn it into performance art, but I might actually have to speak to someone to do that.

Can’t be bothered even getting annoyed at the usual BS from SB2.  There is something seriously wrong with you to be so full of bile.