"And, of course men know best about everything, except what women know better.” - George Eliot, (Middlemarch)

Hullo, hullo lovely readers! I'm so glad you could join Kitcat and Face here today. No, really, I am. Glad glad glad glad.

FINALLY, the internets are connected. It took a week longer than it was meant to, as we were expecting the NBN man last Tuesday, but he never turned up! Rude. Face called the internet company and rant rant ranted at them (not really. He was very polite. Kit wanted to rant. She was maaaaaaaad) and the poor guys were all "WE'RE SO SORRY" are cried buckets and buckets of tears (or they would have if Face had let Kit on the phone). Then they went ahead and put in a complaint with the NBN people and scheduled a new connection date. Which was yesterday! Resulting in the internet being accessible today (which coincided perfectly with the arrival of Kit's new computer!), earning a Huzzah from Face. Kit has internet at uni, so she wasn't quite as excited. But almost 3 months without a proper 'net connection has been traumatic for Face.

See? Traumatised (a.k.a., oh so very hungover). Poor old Face.

Face is just so jolly now he has cyberspace. He's all a-gamin' with his friends and watching ridiculous YouTube videos. Kit is, of course, doing much more productive things with her share of the new internet (i.e. buying a new mousepad).

But that's enough boring internet talk. Look 'ere at what Kit has been doing with her time!

Crocheting, crocheting, crocheting.

Spike the cockatiel was made as a birthday present for the marvellous N. Kit feels for N. He's in the same situation as her, both of them having to leave beloved pet birds with their (in Kit's case, long-suffering) parents following a move. Poor N and Kit. Poor Spike and Gingernut! Hopefully crocheted Spike will fill a little bit of the bird-sized hole in N's heart.

Another crocheted birthday present! A teeny tiny polar bear wearing a tie. For those that want to try making their own teeny tiny polar bear, the pattern can be found here. Kit really found this project challenging. It's incredibly hard to manage something this size. She has no idea how these were made. How can they be so small?! Amazing. The person who made those must have teeny tiny faerie fingers. Or the patience of a saint. Kit's money is on the faerie fingers. Anyway! 

Mr Polar Bear was made for H, Kit's very most favourite of all the H's! Side note: It was Face who made the teeny tiny tie. Tie knots are beyond Kit's skill level.    

 

In addition to crocheting, Kit has been making good use of her mouse sander. She decided to tackle the TV unit this week.

Ignore the Face in the corner setting up the TV. Pay equally little attention to the mess of instructions and packing material on the floor. The unit was another Gumtree find. From the same lady who sold Kit and Face their bedside tables, actually. We're taking all her stuff, yo.

Face sighed a bit when Kit announced that she was 'renovating' the unit. Then he passed her the white paint, like the good sport he is. And the sanding and painting commenced! However. Due to a combination of Kit's poor painting skills and her lack of patience, the unit looked all streaky when she was finished. Which was depressing. Who wants a streaky TV unit? Not Kit. It looked stupid. Luckily, Kit had Squirrel to run to! Following her advice, Kit re-sanded and whacked a few more coats of paint on. Resulting in a much less streaky and therefore more awesome TV unit. Huzzah! 

BUT THEN KIT TRIED PUTTING THE SHELVES BACK IN.

Stupid things scratched up my paint job. This lead to Kit propping up the shelves with the gladwrap and doing a dodgy patch-up job.

  

Alas. Let's just call it extra shabby-chic and move on.

THE RESULT:

Gooooooood enough! Face's comment on completion was "Well. I see we won't be able to re-sell that one." Oh so supportive. Baaaahahah. But Kit likes it better than the original, and she never takes any notice of Face's attempts to reduce her self-esteem to less ridiculously inflated levels (she's perfectly aware of how awesome she is), so all is well! 

Now that the compulsive need to blog is out of Kit's system, she's off to work on her powerpoint presentation for the seminar she has to give on Friday. Lol, jokes, she's off to play The Sims. But for realsies, seminar on Friday. To a room full of academics who will be perfectly aware if she has no idea what she's talking about! Waaaaaah. To further complicate this matter, Kit's face has a tendency to burst into flames when she's giving oral presentations. Stupid blush-prone complexion.  

Kit doesn't want to do the scary seminar. 

But she'll survive! 

Love love you lot. xx 

Oh, and one final thing. Here's a picture of Face playing with Buck the alpaca.

 

NAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWW.