television. So my holiday continues and I am gritting my teeth and bearing it. It seems to be making me grumpy and paranoid. I can't seem to train my friends not to make un-announced visits or be punctual. So I am running away to the big city. My second attempt...
In other news, I watched a charming segment of the news about Nana revivalism. These Art School Welly-ites host Nana Sundays where they sit and knit and eat lammingtons, and make ironic craftpieces. Reminds me of Caroline's punk crochet period. I got a crocheted spiderweb for my birthday once. Its awesome ... but its losing its pompoms.
Who said irony was so nineties!
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