IOkoiclothingN, I want this wrap. [link]
'The Girl in Question'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
IOkoiclothingN, I want this wrap. [link]
When I was in college I had a couple t-shirts with paintings of colorful, big-ass goldfish on them. (They were hand-painted by an artist.)
I loved those shirts as I always got lots of compliments wearing them. Of course they wore out a long time ago.
Good luck with the opening, omnis.
IOkoiclothingN, I want this wrap. [link]
It looks wonderful. Though, almost 50$? If I'm to spend that much money on a clothing item (remember that it's 1 dollar for ~4 shekels), it would have to be a really good and great jacket, a fancy dress or boots.
Not a top, though.
Pajamas are one of the easiest things in the world to sew
That ties in with my earlier post about I Must Learn to Sew. I mean -- sewing pajamas! It sounds like creating life from primordial ooze.
Car is all done getting oil changed and drive belts replaced and brake pads replaced. I blanched visibly at the total, but it had to be done, and before winter really kicked in. So, it's done.
And now I might drag my ass to the gym.
That ties in with my earlier post about I Must Learn to Sew. I mean -- sewing pajamas! It sounds like creating life from primordial ooze.
How's about I come down there for a Getaway and bring my machine and we go fabric shopping and I learn ya how to do oneathem "female arts"?
That ties in with my earlier post about I Must Learn to Sew. I mean -- sewing pajamas! It sounds like creating life from primordial ooze.
How's about I come down there for a Getaway and bring my machine and we go fabric shopping and I learn ya how to do oneathem "female arts"?
That would be fun! And, hell, I'd be happy to just learn how to cut the bodice off a dress and make the skirt into a proper skirt-with-waistband.
That would be fun! And, hell, I'd be happy to just learn how to cut the bodice off a dress and make the skirt into a proper skirt-with-waistband.
We could do that.
I love pyjamas! I can never afford them. So when The Girl asked what post-dissertation present she could get for me, I said PJs. I got these [link] and some basic flannel ones. I am living in the former pair so much, I'm going to cry when they have to go in the laundry.
Watching QI. Sandy Toksvig and Bill Bailey. So much fun.
Also, please to send ~ma. The Girl's parents, who have kindly made a vague suggestion that I might go to Israel with her later this month, need to understand why it might be difficult for their wheelchair-using future daughter-in-law to stay with them in their house with the many many sets of stairs and the 100 metre walk from the driveway to the front door. Also, they need not to take this personally ('cause it's not like I messed up my joints just to annoy them). Please, universe, consider fixing this for me so that it does not result in an almighty row*, for I would so like to avoid this, especially just after they've started doing wonderful things like agreeing to come to civil partnership ceremonies. OK then.
*argument - just in case non-British folks do not say this
argument - just in case non-British folks do not say this
Heh. We do not, but we have picked it up from your television!
Awww, I caught up with the posts of couples taking care of each other. Living with another human is tough in so many ways, but when you have a good mate the good times are better and the bad times are easier.
The most dramatic of 'in sickness' episodes of my life was when Stephen was diagnosed with AIDS when we were only married 5 months. His family decided that it was the honorable thing to do for him to release me from my obligation and proceeded to talk him into asking me to run for the hills. They still decades later thank me for being there for him. As if my heart had any other option, as if he wouldn't have taken care of me.
I have made it clear to DH that he has to stay healthy because I could never pick him up if he fell down.
I need more comfy jammies. My MIL gives me sexy negligees all the time, but not stuff I can walk outside in, or around the house with various teenagers around.