![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
teddy_radiatorSometimes I do that. I blame it on caffeine and the weather. It finally feels like winter a bit out there.
I watched the last episode ever of Downton Abbey with Mom last night. She finally broke down and purchased a 2-in-1 tablet after her PC croaked a couple of months ago, and we rigged it up to her TV to watch the latest and last DA episode. It's sad saying goodbye to an old friend, but they wrapped everything up, and knowing it was going to be the last episode, I allowed myself a teary farewell, even though the show itself wasn't particularly sad. I also enjoyed a great laugh watching Tom Branson, Lady Mary and Mr Molesly playing Cards Against Humanity, and Lady Mary, Tom and Lord Grantham on the Late Show doing a scene with American accents - the camp Tom was especially silly, as well as the gruff Lord Grantham, who ended up sounding like a Mafia Don.
I had an astonishing dream last night. I was singing (actually lip-syncing to a song) and walked into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. The person staring back at me was not me, but another woman's face. Just for a laugh, I winked, and of course the image winked with me. I stopped singing; the face staring back at me had long hair (I think brown), and a wider mouth than mine. It was not classically pretty, but it was a friendly face, and the eyes were really laughing and a bit devlish. I thought to myself, "I would like that person's face if I saw her."
I gradually came to realise that this person was indeed me, just not the person I always saw in the mirror. Gone was the round face and the tiny mouth and the things I had grown to expect. I wasn't upset, but I was very disconcerted. Part of me liked the change, but part of me didn't - not because I didn't like what I saw, but because it was a change I didn't have any control over. It had just happened.
I went to TheHubs™ and said, "How long have I looked like this? When did I change?" He sort of shrugged and said, "Well, it's been happening for some time. I just thought you knew it was happening." I was gobsmacked about it, and very puzzled. I was trying to decide whether or not I liked the change, and examining my reasons why I wouldn't like it, when I woke up.
Now there's your Freudian dream if ever there was one! We've been discussing it all morning.
Mom gave me a really generous amount of money for Christmas, which I promptly spent on a wall-mounted fireplace. It's such a frill I really feel embarrassed about it, but I love the ambient light in the bedroom. It also has a stupendous heater on it, which I doubt we'll run, but all in all, I really like it. We have to install another wall socket to hide the long, ugly power cord, but after that I think it will make a nice addition to the room.
I have claimed and was rewarded my preferred prompt in the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_kinkfest, which excites me. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stgulik recommended the prompt, and immediately dozens of ideas went swirling through my head like so many flying knives. I think it will be fun. There are still loads of awesomely sexy prompts to fill, so please hop over there and have a look:
hp_kinkfest
Prompt Submission: 28 December 2015 – 3 January 2016
Prompt Claiming/Sign-ups: 6 January – 10 January 2016
Posting: begins 1 February 2016
I've had some really good luck with Kinkfest the past two years, so I'm hoping lightning strikes three times.
Lastly, I'm humiliated at how much pride I take in my colouring books. TheHubs™ and Mom both bought me colouring books for Christmas and I love them. I can't draw for toffee but it turns out I can colour in like a motherfucker. It's the most relaxing thing in the world. I'm almost at the point of asking for better pencils, as mine keep breaking. TheHubs™ gave me a Game of Thrones book, which is so complex I'm using the easier books to practice on before I tackle it. The horse is a WIP but I put it here because, yeah, ego. All you awesome artists out there, I beg your indulgence. I also welcome any and all suggestions.
I watched the last episode ever of Downton Abbey with Mom last night. She finally broke down and purchased a 2-in-1 tablet after her PC croaked a couple of months ago, and we rigged it up to her TV to watch the latest and last DA episode. It's sad saying goodbye to an old friend, but they wrapped everything up, and knowing it was going to be the last episode, I allowed myself a teary farewell, even though the show itself wasn't particularly sad. I also enjoyed a great laugh watching Tom Branson, Lady Mary and Mr Molesly playing Cards Against Humanity, and Lady Mary, Tom and Lord Grantham on the Late Show doing a scene with American accents - the camp Tom was especially silly, as well as the gruff Lord Grantham, who ended up sounding like a Mafia Don.
I had an astonishing dream last night. I was singing (actually lip-syncing to a song) and walked into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. The person staring back at me was not me, but another woman's face. Just for a laugh, I winked, and of course the image winked with me. I stopped singing; the face staring back at me had long hair (I think brown), and a wider mouth than mine. It was not classically pretty, but it was a friendly face, and the eyes were really laughing and a bit devlish. I thought to myself, "I would like that person's face if I saw her."
I gradually came to realise that this person was indeed me, just not the person I always saw in the mirror. Gone was the round face and the tiny mouth and the things I had grown to expect. I wasn't upset, but I was very disconcerted. Part of me liked the change, but part of me didn't - not because I didn't like what I saw, but because it was a change I didn't have any control over. It had just happened.
I went to TheHubs™ and said, "How long have I looked like this? When did I change?" He sort of shrugged and said, "Well, it's been happening for some time. I just thought you knew it was happening." I was gobsmacked about it, and very puzzled. I was trying to decide whether or not I liked the change, and examining my reasons why I wouldn't like it, when I woke up.
Now there's your Freudian dream if ever there was one! We've been discussing it all morning.
Mom gave me a really generous amount of money for Christmas, which I promptly spent on a wall-mounted fireplace. It's such a frill I really feel embarrassed about it, but I love the ambient light in the bedroom. It also has a stupendous heater on it, which I doubt we'll run, but all in all, I really like it. We have to install another wall socket to hide the long, ugly power cord, but after that I think it will make a nice addition to the room.
I have claimed and was rewarded my preferred prompt in the
hp_kinkfest, which excites me. stgulik recommended the prompt, and immediately dozens of ideas went swirling through my head like so many flying knives. I think it will be fun. There are still loads of awesomely sexy prompts to fill, so please hop over there and have a look:hp_kinkfestPrompt Submission: 28 December 2015 – 3 January 2016
Prompt Claiming/Sign-ups: 6 January – 10 January 2016
Posting: begins 1 February 2016
I've had some really good luck with Kinkfest the past two years, so I'm hoping lightning strikes three times.
Lastly, I'm humiliated at how much pride I take in my colouring books. TheHubs™ and Mom both bought me colouring books for Christmas and I love them. I can't draw for toffee but it turns out I can colour in like a motherfucker. It's the most relaxing thing in the world. I'm almost at the point of asking for better pencils, as mine keep breaking. TheHubs™ gave me a Game of Thrones book, which is so complex I'm using the easier books to practice on before I tackle it. The horse is a WIP but I put it here because, yeah, ego. All you awesome artists out there, I beg your indulgence. I also welcome any and all suggestions.
