I am blithe, flippant, irreverent—and these three tag-words still apply, seven years later. Though, if I had my druthers, I would add three more to balance them. I am also chronically disorganised, self-punishing, and melodramatic. There. Druthers! I has thems!
OH HEY ALSO: I discovered at the doctor's office I'm 1.68m! I thought my whole adult life that I was 1.64!
I should mention here that I'm not looking for anything but friendship. Please do write me if you're awesome. Especially if you like fibre and yarn! Or printmaking!
I met (and married!) this guy ----> Dazibao !!! And it is pretty great.
Also, honestly? Thinking about jams and nut butters all the time. I am really, really, boring. I probably should consider moonlighting as a squirrel.
Around about five years ago I figured out how to start using my middle gears, and that was sort of magical. Maybe when I'm in my fifties I'll discover I'm rubbish at driving stick and I dropped my transmission back somewhere in my thirties and never realised it, but at the moment I'm surprisingly balanced.
I make a lot of stupid faces. I don't mean to, but I do it when I'm talking. I make them, my face is exaggeratedly animated, and so I guess that is also something else I am good at.
I used to be pretty great at naps but I lost that talent, I think when I started exercising more. I am super great at mashing together all the languages I know and sort-of know. I really love the dutch diminutives -tje and -ke. I blame living in Belgium for years and years.
ARE YOU LISTENING, BELGIUM?! I BLAME YOU!
Other than that, I don't know anymore.
I wrote the above seven years ago and it still applies. As time has progressed however, I've added a few things to the list. I would really like, honestly, to spend less time thinking. But that will never happen.
I spend a lot of time talking to other people in my head. Mostly, we quote passages from books at each other. It makes me very tired.
I'm crooked-faced, heavy-hipped, prone to melancholy and full of dark humour. What else? I am disturbingly earnest.
I'm bewilderingly boring!
I am an ompy stompy tiny grammar-nazi robot, and you can find me on Ravelry!
And I just realised a whole bunch of my friends that I met through OKc have me in their profile photos with them, which is delightful and also slightly appalling.
(Tu ne dois pas l'oublier. Tu deviens responsable pour toujours de ce que tu as apprivoisé.)
-You'd like to talk to me
-can teach me how to take my head out of the oven
-want to exchange information about printmaking
-really want to hang out with me
-want to push me to see if I'll really block you
-want to discuss snacks
-are a penguin cilantro-apocalypse violin
-if you fall gently as a tree falls, not even making a sound, because of the sand.