Protected: Home Alone

Next morning, the story of our Brazilian Hunk (who had come back in from his night out at about 5 am, just as I was waking up (this again was to become the pattern over the next few days – servalan and I decided it must be some sort of time-share scheme on the room……

Here’s what I spent a large chunk of yesterday designing: It’s a bobbin roll, for keeping bobbins safe when they’re not being used. Nicely padded with some of the scrap corduroy Lytteltonwitch gave me a while back. It can hold 2 bobbins per pocket, so I should be able to fit about 30 pairs in…

I couldn’t find the screw top ring thingy for the last jar, so it’ll be a bit of a lottery whether the lid seals without it, but if it doesn’t I’ll just put it in the fridge and we’ll use that jar first. And while I’m here, some recent catches: The Message by KA Applegate…

As promised (and whether you like it or not), photos of the framed artworks: I’d intended for the rest of this week to be just as constructive as Wednesday (being in an “oh no I’ve only got a few days left of my holiday and I haven’t achieved anything” panic), but those plans were pretty…

Well, we made it. A highly successful convention (at least according to everyone who spoke to me), and we even managed to come in within budget (in fact, we even made a bit of a profit, which will be split evenly between Bookcrossing and the BC Exchange programme). I’ll attempt to make a full report…

“Convention Dinner” sounds like such a formal thing, doesn’t it? Not in this case – we’d surveyed a few bookcrossers when we were first planning the convention, and the general consensus was that cheap and cheerful was the way to go, so we booked a meeting room at Christchurch Girls (luckily getting a nice discount…