i'm really quite phenomenal at the disappearing act, am i not? well, i got smacked down pretty hard last week and have been housebound for almost a week now. Sprained ankle like whoa. Boyfriend promised me that rock climbing would teach me things... and it has. It has taught me just how productive I can be when I'm not required to leave the house for a few days and just how much I would rather be shooting/editing/writing than working at a cafe. Also... I've rekindled my love affair with yoga and spent so much quality time with kitten. Besides the pain, the annoying ice packs and the hobbling, this sprained ankle may be the best thing that's happened to me since... well... since....
let's play a bit of catchup, shall we?
i've missed you!
1. sprained ankle means... clean bedroom. FINALLY
2. we call this broken ankle pie.
3. kitten is tuckered after hours of playing fetch.
4. editing the night away in my favorite editing pants
5. we spent about 4 hours in emerg. upon hearing "frances, your xrays are clean" we high-fived.
6. new years eve kiss
7. boyfriend, i like you.
8. phil djs nye
9. fancy dress in a fancy loft
10. restless afternoon.
11. new/old tv table + candied ginger thanks to maxine
12. white hair
13. me sit on my butt for more than a day? i think not.
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