Tagged!
This meme made me realise that I don’t actually know who reads my blog. But anyway - a meme. Knitting content to follow this week.
Craftastrophies tagged me for six things you didn’t know about me. Which is hard because there’s stuff I’ll blog about, and stuff I won’t, and one little meme isn’t going to have me blabbing the private stuff. So…
1. I proposed to my sweetpea earlier this year. Yup, me - a woman! Woo!! He said yes. I have a lovely ring. I guess you may know this, but I love that people assume that because I am engaged, it’s because someone proposed to me. It’s especially funny at work when other girls get all squee about
2. Knitting and needle work mean that, as a midwife, I suture really well… which is obvious, but also rather interesting and amusing. When I did a suturing workshop I was delighted to get a gold star for my technique.
3. I have very strong reactions to colours, and I sense smells as colours as well. On days like today, which are grey and overcast, I feel the need to wear bright colours and smell citrus things. So I have an orange zip-up top on.
4. I was raised a Seventh Day Adventist but don’t fell out of any faith when I was a teenager, and do not subscribe to any religion now. I am spiritual and a little strange when it comes to zen and prescience and so forth, but not in a god-bothering kind of way. I also sing in a choir, where most of the music is commissioned by the church, and sometimes I lose sight of the fact that I’m singing god music because I love singing so much.
5. I hate shopping for and buying clothes. I am enjoying my year-long clothing diet. This year, I’ve bought 1 pair of jeans, a few things at op-shops, and one pair of shoes. That’s it. Oh I lie - a few pairs of undies and two new bras as well. I have more t-shirts than I really need but they are in such good condition that I halved them, put one lot in a drawer and the other in a storage box and so don’t need to buy any new ones.
6. I can’t drink red wine. I’d like to be able to, but I can’t. It’s a familial thing - my parents can’t drink it either. The histamines in it give us, collectively, the worst hangover.migraines known to man. They are horrible and not worth drinking anything red. Some rose’ I have to be careful with as well. I love my white wines for this reason!
Erm - I have no one to tag. This is a bit sad. I’ll have to find some blog.friends then!
