Thursday, 22 October 2009

Day The Twenty-Second. Weezie.

I know I talk about her a lot but today I would like to properly introduce you to Weezie.

She's about to get to my house.

She can be found @metalouise on twitter. And under the same moniker on Ravelry, should you be of the yarny persuasion, and her newly-rediscovered blog is here!

She is my first real life friend I found in England, besides my bestest husband and kitty. I don't have a lot of friends. I never have. I have one or two, occasionally three very close friends, or none at all. Doc Holliday in my most precious film of Tombstone sums me up mightily:

Turkey Johnson to Doc: Why you doin' this, Doc? / Because Wyatt Earp is my friend. / Friend? Hell, I got lots of friends. / I don't.

Weezie is the only one who fulfilled my story request from my last post. And she did it beautifully and made me go all misty.

And today, to repay her for all her wonderful, unending generosity and loveliness, I have made her a poo.

Because that's how I roll.


  1. HOLY SHIT, Patience. And I'm not talking about your knitted poo. I've totally been ignoring my blog, and I come back and you're blogging the WHOLE OF OCTOBER. That is so many blogs. AND collages? AND posting pictures of your boobs? I've died and gone to heaven. I've gone back in time. HURRAY!

  2. Yeah, it's weird and flashbacky, innit? :D I'm running out of things to say!!!!!