Yesterday's mascara.

I have stuff to do this afternoon so I'd better get going better than this. Soon.

Feeling ugly and covering myself up in sweats. But for 32 and slightly overweight, maybe it's not that bad after all?

Starting the day by cleaning that mirror.

Doing stuff but not all I wanted to do. Still tired.

Often very tired. Good thing my darlings can relax with me.

I can't work. And I don't even know why.

Totally stuck and I just feel frikkin... not.

But the dog's cute, and so is my new tunic.

Lap dog.

New shawl.

two hundred and fifty five

I finally had my hair cut last week AND I'm wearing my newly finished shawl. It's a good day.

one hundred and eighty five

Still angry at my regular camera. But it's a better day than yesterday at least.

one hundred and seventy four

It wasn't a good day workwise. Don''t let the frantic smile fool ya... But I got my camera back, so I can show you the new paint color in our dining room (compare here). I had a friend come over and we felt close again after a little... uncomfortable-ness. That's good.

on hundred and fifty nine

At home, car, train, meeting, train, lecture, train, car, home. I feel like I'm faking the whole thing somehow.

"Hello, I'm not able to do all this! Glad you bought it, but can I quit now? Please?"

one hundred and forty four

Going here and there. Seeing a friend's new house and returning a borrowed car in a logistical nightmare. But it was still a rather good day.

one hundred and fourteen

You know it's a good day when you ball some yarn for lunch.

Now, back to work.

ninetytwo

I'm walking around barefoot and I was working up the courage to take detailed photos of scars and foot related oddity. She took it as an invite to cuddles.

eightynine

Back to same old pace. Late night in front of the computer again feeling inadequate and lazy.

All I want is more time off. And more knit camp.

eightyone

A million things to do, but I can barely make one at a time. Curiously sluggish mood. There are still berries to pick (more than ten liters on this bush), packing to be done and work to think about.

seventysix

Something of a stomach ache. Physical and psychological tummy trouble.

twentyfour

It could've been a photo of sweaty, aching limbs after an attempt at a bike ride or one of flea market bliss. But the most surprising thing today is that I am busy crocheting.

I blame the blurry bad photo on webcam laziness...