Six little words

Liberty. Art. Fabrics. New. Season. Prints.

OH GOD

So I check my emails this morning and THIS is just sitting there, tempting me, seducing me, calling to me like the One Ring.

One Ring to rule them all,

One Ring to find them

One Ring to bring them all

And in the darkness bind them

This one's called 'Elevenses'

What's taters, Precious?

Well as you can see, I will be dreaming of Liberty fabrics for weeks. AND how funny that I put on my (one of many) Liberty scarves (Ianthe print, my favourite and oh god it comes in bias binding) this morning. It's meant to be.

All I can say after this is 'hallelujah for international shipping'.

I got the Rich Kids Blues...

I really don't, but I what I do have is that song stuck in my head.

I haven't been doing much worth blogging about this week as I haven't been home much.

On Monday I left Benedict at home all day while I was at work, and nearly chewed off all of my nails worrying about him. I came home to find him asleep and perfectly content without me.

On Tuesday I went to see the new Girl With The Dragon Tattoo movie, which I loved (and will be writing up about on my film blog). I ate a large tub of popcorn and a choc top, and I didn't even get any chocolate on my clothes! Winning!

On Wednesday I went to the Night Market at Vic Markets and played 'Count the Hispters'. This game is usually started by looking for burgundy or mustard jeans; ironic glasses; tanks and perfectly draped scarves; and beanies in the middle of summer. Needless to say we lost count... Obviously because I failed Blogging 101, I didn't take any pictures. My excuse is that I'm looking to buy a new camera (bye bye, 3 year-old IXUS) and also because of reasons (sangria).

I'm waiting on my new TPG internet (unlimited!) to be installed and until that time I can't watch the latest Sherlock 'The Reichenbach Falls' (so you KNOW it's going to be good) and I'm just not sure what to do with myself besides making and then promptly forgetting about cups of tea.

Anyway I promise I'll do something tonight (some sewing, deffs, or maybe IKEA) and take some pictures and then I'll write something funny about them.

On Being a Fangirl

How can you not?

Anyone who follows my Tumblr or Twitter or Facebook knows that I am a huge fangirl of many things, usually all at once. Currently, I have over saturated myself with Steven Moffat's Sherlock. I mean, I changed the passcode on my iPhone (I bet you can't guess to what), I had a dream last night that I woke up next to Benedict Cumberbatch (that name); I rewatch episodes constantly; and I spend hours looking at other Sherlock blogs and tumblrs and giggle over gifs and swoon over sentiments similar to my own. Next thing you know, I'll be doing fanfiction (please take away my internet if that ever happens).

I so am.

I feel that maybe I should be embarrassed about enjoying a tv show so much and letting it fill up my life. But then again I don't, because I have nothing else going in my life right now (single, no pets, no time-consuming hobbies) and retreating into the fantasies in my mind is my way of dealing with the solitude of single-girl city living.

I suppose there is something a little unhealthy in living in a fantasy, but this has to be better than meeting up with strangers in the park at night for drugs and sex, right?

Right.

Anyway tonight I'm going to see the new movie on my own, because I'm cool like that.

Do you have any totally healthy and appropriate and not weird in any way obsessions with actors, characters, tv shows?