Saturday, August 28, 2004
"The Advertiser, Friday August 27, 2004
Tehran: And Afgan woman has given birth in Iran to twin boys whose heads share the same body, doctors said."Sometimes one head cries, wihle the other sleeps," said a doctor at the Ghaem hospital in Mashhad."
The poor kids. I wonder if they'll live long enough to have to go to school? It's horrible knowing that they'll be
picked on just because of that. And it's also horrible that the doctor called the boys "heads". They're children.
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I'm an idiot. I like to wake up and knit, knit, knit. But (there's always a 'but'), I need to shower before my mind can cope with anything more than the television. Sadly, this fact was forgotten this morning, as I mad my third attempt at the right back flap of Honeymoon. I could have had it finished by now.
It's not that it's hard, it's just that I can't know what I'm doing, go to sleep, and then continue. I generally forget
the last thing done, and revert to the second last thing. Which was the first flap. So, I had the armhole shaping
where the chest should have been. Twice. Plus, I forgot about the armhole shaping once, thinking I knew the pattern now, and it wouldn't be long till I could try it on.
And trying stuff on. I tried it on again. After the split. Fits PERFECTLY. Isn't the most comfortable fabric, though.The yarn (at the time of purchase, it didn't occur to me that cotton was what I was after. The softness of the ball sucked me in.) is not as soft as it makes out to be. Well, I spose it's soft. Just ,itchy? I have ultra sensitive skin, so that may well play a role in it all. Still, it does annoy me. Maybe (because of the warmth) I'll just wear it as a winter top.
Mother want's one. I'll get COTTON and knit her one in secret for Christmas. She's got a rather large chest, I think she wears a 14C bra. So, how would I do the short row shaping? Also, anyone know the measurments for someone with a bust that size, even if it's just average.
Mum's out with a friend at the moment, having coffee. When she comes back though..I think I can hear her coming up the driveway now), we're going down to the ShoeShed and getting me some shoes. My school has gone mad. We have to wear white/grey socks, with black/white shoes, with matching laces, no odds. We aren't allowed to wear warm stuff under our clothes, whether or not they can be seen, because now the silly assistant principal is making us lift our shirts so she can see what's underneath, on her monthly uniform inspections.
I have bright blue shoes.They were $AUS6 at the Goodwill. I had already bought the ugly green ones, but saw these lovly blue ones and fell in love. The "ugly green ones" are scrappy, broken, crap, $AUS15 shoes. They're this ugly, faded olivy green. One day, when we were painting my friends room (Mostly white walls, with hot pink and black touches) I decided that I should smarten them up, and began painting the tips back. So, from a distance, they look like steel capped boots, with the steel on the outside. It's great. But, you know? Well, it's not really great. (I don't think it was Mum coming up the driveway anymore.)
Ok, another car came, and that was The Mother. Am having lunch and then going to the ShoeShed. Little brothers simply HAVE to join us... :'(
Ashik0 @ 8/28/2004 12:41:00 pm