indie indie coffee coffee

I've been really enjoying doing not much the last couple of days. It's luvverly.

My sister and I have been looking at hideously expensive indie design baby paraphernalia from all around the web, mainly using indie fixx as a bouncing-off point and spiralling ever onward through various linkages. (We're looking because our friend is expecting, not because we're random and strange. Although we are random and strange.)

Tomorrow I'm looking forward to having my first coffee at my fave coffee place at home, where I haven't had a coffee for months and months because I've been in the good old QL of D. Yay coffee!

My sister and I made donuts tonight. They were yummy.

In Which There Is Much Rejoicing

My dear friends in South Australia are having a baby. So I made them a 'Hooray - You're Pregant!' Card. (Even if I didn't use those exact words.) Everyone back home is all excited. And so am I, even if I have done my best to surmount the hyperness by spending six hours painstakingly fitting together the little greeting card: carefully tracing the image out of my uni notebook (it began life as a doodle), even more carefully accidentally wrecking three when I went over the tracing in gold, cutting all the bits out, dabbing ti-i-iny dots of PVA glue on with a matchstick, tying little knots in the string so the beads stay in the right place... (they don't read the blog, so I can safely complain about it all here.) And yet, am still hyperventilating...

It's all just sooo shiny.