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estdeus_innobisThursday, February 18th
The Dormouse, Later in the afternoon
Waking up to this cold, grey, drab weather did not improve my mood after the night I had. Firstly, it made getting of out bed near impossible. But I did, because I have a business to run. Dragged myself downstairs in a comfortable, soft, eggplant coloured tunic sweater, ignoring the way to brought out the dark circles under my eyes, and opened...
only to find the customers seemed about as surly as I felt. All they did was complain about the weather, or about the Carnival, or about Mab or about whatever petty little thing they could find to complain about. I found it very hard to try and think nice things about the customers to my daughter today.
So I mostly ignored what I could, smiling and nodding on auto-pilot as I refilled cups and served mini muffins, diligently working on a knitting project to keep from being engaged in too much conversation. Granted, I am not much of a home-body, and I haven't really tried kntting since my grandmother threw up her hands and called me hopeless, but how hard can a blanket be? It's a square for heaven's sake!
It's quite late in the afternoon when the last of them shuffle out, turning their collars to the wind. I call out a 'goodbye'; not minded to move for I have managed to find a comfortable position and the movement of the knitting needles is oddly soothing as I hum something without a title under my breath. It seems like I have been doing this forever, so I stop and hold up the soft sage coloured blan---
"What the hell?" I whisper in confusion. It's supposed to be a square, or at least a rectangle or...
it has one arm sleeve and resembles a octopus... a flatened out octopus.
"Oh for fucks sake can I do nothing right???" I yell to no one, flinging the abomination across the room and bursting into tears all over again.
(Open to Romana)
The Dormouse, Later in the afternoon
Waking up to this cold, grey, drab weather did not improve my mood after the night I had. Firstly, it made getting of out bed near impossible. But I did, because I have a business to run. Dragged myself downstairs in a comfortable, soft, eggplant coloured tunic sweater, ignoring the way to brought out the dark circles under my eyes, and opened...
only to find the customers seemed about as surly as I felt. All they did was complain about the weather, or about the Carnival, or about Mab or about whatever petty little thing they could find to complain about. I found it very hard to try and think nice things about the customers to my daughter today.
So I mostly ignored what I could, smiling and nodding on auto-pilot as I refilled cups and served mini muffins, diligently working on a knitting project to keep from being engaged in too much conversation. Granted, I am not much of a home-body, and I haven't really tried kntting since my grandmother threw up her hands and called me hopeless, but how hard can a blanket be? It's a square for heaven's sake!
It's quite late in the afternoon when the last of them shuffle out, turning their collars to the wind. I call out a 'goodbye'; not minded to move for I have managed to find a comfortable position and the movement of the knitting needles is oddly soothing as I hum something without a title under my breath. It seems like I have been doing this forever, so I stop and hold up the soft sage coloured blan---
"What the hell?" I whisper in confusion. It's supposed to be a square, or at least a rectangle or...
it has one arm sleeve and resembles a octopus... a flatened out octopus.
"Oh for fucks sake can I do nothing right???" I yell to no one, flinging the abomination across the room and bursting into tears all over again.
(Open to Romana)
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