The 17th of January.
Final early morning of the week today. No hospital, I was going to Black Sheep to meet Adam, the new owner (with his fiancée Sophie), and have a major colour change. He trained James, so has the expertise I need. New year, birthday, gig – all good excuses for new hair. We had a bit of a chat and in the end we’ve gone for seven different colours distributed through my hair. We had to bleach out the ginger first, then all the painting of the individual pieces took a while so I was there from 9.30 until 2. Long day in the chair!
I just had time to eat lunch, then we had to take the kittens to the vet for their second jabs. They were not particularly thrilled about it but I have since been forgiven.
Since getting back, I have crocheted the second arm of the bear, and I would like to go to sleep soon. Tired.
The 18th of January.
I got to sleep in until 9 o’clock this morning and it was so nice. I did get woken up by the letterbox flapping about in the night, but I put a podcast on and went back to sleep.
My plan this morning was to make the ears and tail of the bear, then assemble him. I got the first part done with no trouble, but when it came to putting him together, I found the snout was too big for the face. I tried all sorts of things, different wools, but in the end I created a new pattern and finally got him all sewn up.
This afternoon, I went to sit with the kittens, as they go tomorrow. I found to my delight that there was a new episode of Riverdale, still as mad as ever, then I watched a really bizarre film called This is Your Death which I hoped would be some clever Black Mirror-esque satire but no, it was just really fucking sad.
After that, I felt pretty glum, so Mommy and I watched Roast Battle and that cheered me right up.