“…the girl could flounce better than a fat turkey on a trampoline.”

Well actually, I can’t.  My flounce-ability  is defunct.  My poor treasured ruffler is, like Monty Python’s parrot, no more. My much anticipated sewing marathon started yesterday morning, relatively bright and early.  I’ve had plenty of time to prioritise and make lists, so job one was to be ruffling several yards of pre-hemmed trim, to make … Continue reading “…the girl could flounce better than a fat turkey on a trampoline.”

Lolloping along

I’m actually propranol-olloping, which isn’t anywhere near as bouncy as it might sound.  The doctor upped my dose of beta-blockers a week ago, to ward off the stress related migraines that my job is giving me.  I’m finding it pretty hard to adjust, and feel bone-weary, and often light-headed and dizzy.  Fortunately, we’re into exam … Continue reading Lolloping along