bunny fluff stuff

bunny fluff stuff, originally uploaded by Champignons.

My patience with BT is wearing thin. well, actually It wore thin 2 weeks ago but let us note that the 19th (the alotted connection date) has passed and I still have no internet connection. My poor little shop is suffering and I want to apologise sincerely to any customers this has affected.

This little ... huge.. package from bunny of bunny.etsy.com has cheered me up a lot, so many awesome birthday/housewarming presents! and I forgot the supercute champignons notepaper in the picture because I moved it to a special location.


BT. It's like they don't want your custom.

Library notes.

present from askey., originally uploaded by Champignons.

I can't remember how long I have been without internet now, but it's a jolly long time. I'm thinking I should have marked the days off on a stick in a manner like Robinson Cruesoe, which would probably reveal it is actually only just over a week.

This charming little fellow was a gift from the lovely Askey (http://askey.etsy.com) though I believe he was originally created by kitlane.etsy.com. He's a little felted buttgnome pod fella, who's looking particuarly fetching amongst the lithops on my new windowledge. I've not owned anything needle felted before so I was sort of infatuated at his squishyness. Luckily needle felting holds its shape far better than I even imagined....

I can't upload, so no Illo friday this week.
Also, I used to remeber libraries as being really quiet places, and librarians as unable to issue any sounds other than ferocious hisses like some kind of bookish adder.

Libraries are really noisy now. It's not just people talking and ipods set at rock concert level- infact It mostly the librarian herself that seems to talk to everyone (at length) like Dom Joly shouting down a massive telephone.

Other pertinent facts are that there are only 6 computers, and each session is an hour long. I got here 15 miniutes before the library opened to get on a computer because otherwise you have to sit around in an informal queue while your will to use the computers is eroded by the sheer amount of nose picking that's going on.

Strangly, the two day migraine that I had (after awaking from a nightmare about 70's food) has waned (perhaps caused by a pressure build up due to inability to broadcast my thoughts to an imagined internet audience?). I also know the location of the librarians grandmother.

illo forgotton

So here is a reminder, in case you have forgotten:
The good news is, I have moved house, and my new house is really ace. I'm assuming that most houses are really ace compared to the flat I used to live in, but it's great. The bad news is the plonker that lived there before didn't tell thier service provider they were leaving, so we can't get broadband till the 19th. NINETEENTH. NO. INTERNET.

I knew before I was a terrible internet junkie, but i was hoping never to have to face that addiction. Now I am living a life of stealing precious moments with computers in libraries and friends houses.

I hope I can still maintain some kind of service to my etsy shop till I can again spend hours ruining my eye sight. Till then I shall use all the many spare hours of the day gloating about my new house.