I always love finding a new blog to add my list (so that’s why you have to comment and say hi, peeps!) and found the best evah April Fools Day joke at the end of this post. Which obviously reminded me of this song (hence the my title, the Sonics were the sublime bit.) But I actually like this song, and remember it being in our ABC primary school song books way back when. Plus I think the film clip is rather endearing. All those old Holdens, and a gal with a spunky haircut.

wet cold cat just jumped on my chest, cannot type propery now

Inspired by Pip’s fun with Mixwit, here’s a Saturday mix of one of my favourite bands, The Sonics.
Click on the pic to play the tape.

If WordPress wasn’t so bloody useless, I would have embedded it into this post. Or am I expecting too much?

I just read this, and found that there’s now a spider called Myrmekiaphila neilyoungi. Or as the New York Times put it “Neil Young, already a singer and a songwriter is now spider man.” (And I thought my puns were bad!)

Spider:

Neil Young:

What a treat!
Speaking of spiders, here’s another favourite. I don’t know if this is for real, but it entertained me nevertheless.

All of this spider lurve doesn’t change the fact that there’s a big huntsman behind me on the wall up above the blinds and I’m convinced it’s going to launch down onto me at some stage and suck my brains out.

You were worried by my comments in the previous post that I’m back from the hairdressers and now sporting an undercut, never fear, I just had 3 inches off the back, the odd layer, and a short choppy fringe again.

whether to go to my hair appointment this afternoon. Currently I’m home with one of those headaches (I won’t call it a migraine, as I think that trivialises the pain that real migraine sufferers have) that make you want to spew everywhere. And I can’t focus. So I’m lying on the couch watching the “How to” channel. As a bonus, the show ‘Craft Lab’ has inspired me to make some new craft that I haven’t tried before, so after next payday, I might persue that.

But anyway, back to the hair. My hair irks me. I really shouldn’t complain, as it grows quickly and I have lots of it (on my head that is, I’m not some warewolf). But. it. tangles. way. too. much. Underneath, especially at the nape of my neck, I really just want to grab the scissors and go the hack. Remember those “undercuts” of the very early 90’s (haha HP had one, I’ll have to find the pic of him for you), well, as dodgy-looking as they are, right now to me they’re making sense, as I really like the concept of my hair looking long, but not having all the tangly bits. (Have you disowned me yet?)

The infamous “undercut”

And if I was some Edie Sedgwick elfin-looking little thang, I probably would give a crazy haircut a go. But when you’re blobby, you don’t want to set yourself up for any (more*) ridicule by having weird arse hair. So anyway, I’ve been accosting everyone lately and asking them who cuts their hair, and generally been follicular-ly obsessed. All the while with a too long Sally Boyden fringe that needs dealing with, and some mousey regrowth. So I have to weigh up couch versus salon, as well as the budget considerations.  Am I the only person who’ll happily buy $100 worth of wool, but feel guilty about spending $80 on a trim and colour?

Oh no, Martha’s come on. I can’t cope with her voice. And she pretty much lost me one day when she was demonstrating crafting with beads, and she asked the guest what one of the bead materials cost : “about $180″ was the answer and Martha said “Oh, that’s quite reasonable”. I nearly fell over with shock. Ack, Joan Rivers has come on to talk to Martha, time for an attempt at housework I think. Neurofen and Hoovering, here I come.

Speaking of hairdressers, I certainly don’t experience this level of chat in my local salon. {thanks to A. Duck for putting me onto that blog}

* actually I haven’t really experienced ridicule as such, just my paranoid lack of self-esteem makes me feel self-conscious

stitchettes, originally uploaded by drewzel.

Recently finished project, “The Quilting Bee” from Wee Wonderfuls, stitched onto a calico tote. I couldn’t help myself, and had to add a silly caption.

the computer! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!  DO NOT WANT!!!!!

I have had NOTHING but trouble with using images since WordPress changed their dashboard…the images don’t upload, and then when you save/publish your post they disappear altogether.  So if I wander off back to blogger or typepad, you’ll know why.

Is it just me that it doesn’t like? grr.

at the oppy yesterday.  Isn’t it cute? 

I also picked up a copy of ‘Are you there God, it’s me Margaret?’ by Judy Blume, which I haven’t read for YEARS.

a pic of my mum. Here she is, sometime in the 40’s at kinder.  Mum is a good person, and cares lots about her family and friends.  And she’d do anything for you.  She hasn’t been well for a lot of years now, and sometimes it all overwhelmes me.  But I know I’m lucky to still have her, and will miss her lots when she’s not around any more.  One of her Mother’s Day pressies was a big big bag of Darrell Lea choccy, and I think I inherited my sweet tooth from her.

happy forest friends, originally uploaded by Gigi & Big Red.

From the Pinks and Needles Etsy shop, this one enchanted me! (So much so that I blogged it twice.) Swoon!