"There ought to be a law that a guy has to leave a rose on your pillow to let you know he enjoyed the labor you put into his walk of shame."

A few days ago I found this tutorial by chance. Random browsing once again. And while I experimented with it for a while, I came up with this colour combo yesterday.

Waaay to colorful? Hell yeah. Am I gay? Nah, don't think so. :)

Hats

I wonder if I have posted about my babies. Nah, not real ones. Just my latest creations that took a looong while.

A hat for my dad for his birthday... (on my mom, because my dad is camera shy... as usual)

...and a hat just for me. Because I still love purple. Especially with greens.

Both are crocheted. By me. Both crochet patterns were done by me as well. Not the granny square tho, that's pretty much universal. But... the design is all mine. ^^ I'm proud!

Oh bugger

Well. I guess I got down to finally writing this post. But I still don't wanna.

Maybe I didn't want to write this because I'm still a bit numb about the whole thing or because I'm still waiting for a lot of test results... maybe I don't want to translate all that shit... or maybe I just don't want to accept the whole fucking thing. Or hell. Maybe I hate whining. (Ha, no. Well... depends.)

So anyway. What we (me and my docs) know so far:

• I have hormonal issues... major hormonal issues
• one of my ovaries is half the size of the other
• I have struma nodosa, aka goitre, small and not so small swells and knots in my thyroid, and there is a teeny tiny healthy bit left, which is not enough for anything
• the doc doing my ultrasound told me my thyroid looked very ugly... and that I should have a long talk with my doc about how to proceed
  
• still waiting for my blood test results
• still waiting for my ovarian cancer test results (really hoping for a negative)

So this is it in a nutshell. I'm scared shitless, I think. I don't really know what to do. I don't know what option to choose.

Glittergasm

I ordered a few bottles of nail polish on the 4th of December, as my dad's Christmas gift for me. (He paid, I picked what I wanted. Best idea ever.)

They arrived today. One bottle was a mix up. I ordered China Glaze's Snow Globe, instead I got Polar Ice. Similar look, bot not the same. Polar Ice has small, same sized glitter, Snow Globe has multiple sizes and denser glitter.

Last time I contacted the seller (on Amazon's marketplace) they took their sweet time answering. It took them 2-3 days and they didn't concern themselves with niceties... or manners, much. They were brisk and almost, but not quite rude. So this time I didn't write to them, I just put two stars in my review and told them I can't even send the bottle back to get the correct bottle as it'd cost me more than the bottle's worth.

Lo and behold, they answered me not 5 minutes after the review went up. A belated Christmas miracle, you say? Nah. I guess I got them by the proverbial balls. Anyway, they apologized, hell, they were laying it on so thick I could have been their only buyer (not true) and offered to send the bottle of Snow Globe over as gift. I accepted gladly. (Hey, I was a return customer, this was my 4th time shopping there and they were pretty damn decent so far... save for the time the bottle wasn't properly closed and some dribbled out, if you remember my post during the summer.)

Aaaanyway. Got my pretty nail polishes and gonna get my other one too. Yay!

I feel a little guilty for whining, and I don't feel I deserve that free bottle of polish (I would have agreed to buy it at half-price, or maybe some other polish), but my mother told me if people offer you stuff you accept them gratefully - and take them.

Happy New Year

Well. The new year kicked off with a blast. A blast from the past, to be precise.

I had a long, awesome talk with an old flame. Or maybe the. In many ways I still compare guys to him when it comes to being easy-going, badass and having excellent taste in music - if not clothing and hair products. No... really... not clothes. But he has pretty good taste in everything else.

Gods, I haven't even realized how much I missed him. He was... well, the guy who got the pop culture references, who liked the music I did, and some! ...and he was undisturbed by my hissy fits. Trust me, that counts as something. Something big! I can have hissy fits you can't ever imagine. :D

Anyway. Just talking with him for a few hours made me think that the guys I had, some friends I had since then... they were just pale shadows compared to him. You just can't find a guy with a wry sense of humor, knowledge in all jokes geek and all those pesky pop-culture references like his. He's just awesome. And he lifted my crappy mood like nobody else had been able to do for about a year.

That guy's a gem. And while I have no plans of begging myself back to dating, because god knows I'd drive him out of his ever-loving mind, or he would humour me no matter how annoying and impossible I am (which would be a bad, bad thing), it still made me a little wistful and nostalgic. But nah, we are still not compatible that way.

But hell. It was so good to have my friend back.

So Happy New Year to any and everybody. My new year had a few good moments already, and I wish for (a lot) more. :)