My name is Stacy

I have so far had a very good week. I only mention it because it seems odd for me to have had so much good fortune in such a short space of time.

This is all due, i'm sure to the good deed I did on Easter Monday when, on my way home from Wilkinsons, I was asked by an old woman who lives up the road if I would go to the shop and get her some milk. I did, of course.

Since then I have managed to buy a top and a pair of jeans straight away when i've gone looking for them (this does not ever happen - too short or not enough boob room usually). I bought 2 birthday presents and got money off both of them when I came to pay, once as a shock mis-pricing incident and then by using one of those "online-evoucher-shopping-code-website-thingys".

I sold some more knitting patterns and I now have my very own shiney car!!!! Life is GOOD.

Toot toot...aaaaahhhh.....beep beep

I passed my driving test today. Hazaar!

kerr-ching!!

I sold a pattern. I'm very pleased. £1.49 in my pocket.

"I love the smell of commerce in the morning..."

Well, I finally bit the bullet yesterday and stopped fantasizing about how to make a spot of extra folding and actually did it. I put my first ever kntting pattern for sale on ebay. Woohoo!

It's for a tortoise that I made the other night whilst in one of my obsessive-must get this finished cos it'll be brilliant- moments.

It is pretty brilliant.....I think.

Ai-ya!!!! It hurts

I am currently working on several top secret birthday projects. (Why are the majority of my friends born in March or April? This is no good to me because my birthday is at the start of May and I'm usually skint by then and it's bank holiday week. Boo). All gifts are wool related, all of them are awesome.
I wish I could spend my days at home knitting like a withered old crone with massive wrinkles in my forehead from squinting and concentrating too much. Actually.......I don't wish that at all. That is not a hot look......and i'm half way there already. What I mean to say is if I stay at my current place of work any longer I may implode. It's genuinely making me feel sick. Over the past week I've had terrible stomach pains when leaving work and I'm fairly convinced (because I'm a google doctor) that the stress of the past couple of weeks is causing me severe internal trouble. Sitting at home knitting secret pressies seems like a much better way to past the time.

As a small disclaimer: If you are one of the top secret present recipients I'm not tellig you what they are so don't guess....cos you'll guess right and i'll go in a mood.

A hat n that

This is the new baby B-boy peaked hat I made for my friend's baby girl. It's pretty G like.

"She's ignoring me. Of course, she's ignoring me. I sent her a swastika"

I heard a conversation this morning which was so misjudged it could have been from Peep show.
There's a woman in my office who has cancer (obviously this is horrible). She was talking to a bloke about how she has to go to the hospital during the week.
He said "do you have to go every night?"
"No, 3 nights a week" she replied
"Ah, it's not too bad then..." !!!!!!!
Well, no it's pretty bad. In fact I can't think of too many things that are worse.

Fool.