Happy Anniversary, Half-Nekkid Thursday.

Rose quartz is my favorite thing because it is exactly the same color as me.

Half-Nekkid Thursday from a different POV

I've pretty much always taken all my HNT pics myself. Here is probably the first one not actually taken by me. This is how I spend most nights when I can't sleep; my chin's on Nyago & my hands are on the laptop, which is out of frame but definitely casting its bluey glow even in the yellow filtery thing...

Husband has his new little Hipstamatic camera app thingy on his iPhone & has been playing with it nonstop. He just took this one & I thought, "Christing fuck, my arms look fat," followed by "Oh, hey, it's almost Thursday. I can use that slightly-unflattering-but-decidedly-unclothed photo to a purpose."

So I'mma set this thing to post in a couple-few hours when it's been Thursday for awhile over here & carry on with my chin on the cat pillow and my hands on the laptop for way too many more hours. I'm sick of seeing the sunrise without having slept first. Also those goddamn birds need to STFU.

PS: someone remind me when I wake up to comment over on Osbasso's HNT post this week that I posted.  Hopefully I'll be asleep before a) comments are open and b) this is scheduled to post. I mean, probably not, but we can all hope

Half-Nekkid Artsy Fartsy.

With deepest apologies to the masterful William Blake. Sorry, Bill. It was 3 in the morning and the ice dancing was bloody boring.

If you haven't noticed already, I favor unmentionables that say things. If I must wear them, they may as well be interesting.

Also, this is my first go at doing a "scheduled-in-advance" post. I'm a little wary. If this posts at any point between now (3 AM on a Monday) and when it's supposed to (3 AM on a Thursday), I might throw things.

Half-Nekkid Theme Week, you say??

Winter Olympics? Theme week?

Ok.

What the hell.

Half Nekkid Bird's Eye View.

HNT TMI.

Lulz.

Even with the desaturation you can still see my uber-attractive blotchiness from the heating pad off of which I dragged myself to snap that. SEXY.

Half-Nekkid Toga Party Plus Epic Bloggery About Nothing Much And A Poem

Oh, snap. Looks like the blanket cave is good for other stuff too. :D
I dunno, I was feeling all artsyfartsy and I thought I had good angles, as Tyra would say.

In other non-half-nekkid news, ZOMG I am designing a knitting pattern. FOR REALS!! Jewles wanted a cowl. A chunky, soft, charcoal grey cowl. I had a gander at all the free cowl patterns on Rav and basically thought, "Hrm.... I could do better." Now, I've knitted stuff from scratch before, without a pattern, per se... just various stitch dictionaries and stuff I already knew, etc... I thought about putting out a pattern for the Bee Scarf that I made up for this wonderful cause...


...but I thought it was maybe a bit too silly or derivative or simple. I don't know, I still might, I wrote down exactly what I did somehwere even though the scarf has gone on to fulfill its bee-saving destiny. I hope it's happy and keeping someone toasty warm and bright. Anyway. This time I'm doing the same thing, a stitch from this dictionary, an edging from that hat, modified to fit the shape and size of what I'm doing, plus a few ideas of my own of what I'd like in a cowl if I actually wore them and what I think would look pretty on the intended recipient.
I'm going to have to make up another one in a smoother yarn once I finish, because fluffy yarn hides a multitude of sins. It may be entirely ugly when you can see the stitch definition, who knows? Right now, though, in this fluffy, ambiguously weighted yarn, it looks killer. So far.

If I do end up putting it up on ye olde intarwebs as a proper pattern, it's also going to need a name. I have a few ideas kicking around, but I'll need to do some searching to make sure I'm not ripping anything off or being too unoriginal.

But yes, all this talk of knitting, you say? That means you have YARN? Oh fucking snap, yes I fucking do. Louise gave me £50 worth of Hobbycraft vouchers for xmas because she is beyond amazing and is my total bff (NOT BECAUSE SHE BUYS MY LOVE WITH YARN), and I WENT YARN SHOPPING, MOTHERFUCKERS.


It was brilliant. I haven't properly done that in over a year.
Lookit the bounty!!!!!


Also I got eyes for little stuffed dudes, and ZOMG STEGOSAURUS BUTTONS!!!!!!!!
That floofy dark grey on the far left is what I'm using for the cowl, and the skinny black cotton right next to it is for some crochet lace opera gloves for Brooklynne. So, yes, I spent a fair amount of my gift money on other people. *shrug* What can I say? I give until it hurts. ;P Speaking of which, I'm sending Melissa her Ianto tomorrow:

...as well as mailing out the final LSG traveling scarf. *single tear*

Grah. My internet keeps cutting out and coming back and cutting out ad nauseum. I better stop before I totally hulk out. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry. And I'm PMSing like a mofo right now. Which reminds me...

An Ode To PMS Boobies
O, fairest Bunny & Piglet
(yes, they have names, shut up)
Why you gotta hurt so bad for so long?
I have stairs in my house that I have to go up
and down countless times a day.
You make that fucking difficult.
And is it necessary to spread that pain
all the way into my armpits?
I don't look very good holding my arms out
like freaking chicken wings.
You hurt with a bra,
you hurt without a bra.
You don't respond to opiates,
ibuprofen,
arnica,
anything.
The only good thing I can say about you
is that you look fuckin' killer this week
and I almost feel as though I have my awesome rack
back
from when I wasn't so skinny.
So, thanks for that.
It almost makes up for the misery.
Almost.
Bitches.

fin.

I would like to thank the Academy...

FAMOUS PATIENCE IS FAMOUS.

Spotlight HNT on e[lust] ftw!!!

So, yeah, I basically feel like I have tricked the entire internet, as I am not in any way special or sexy, I am just a bizarre, terminally bored chick with a webcam and not a lot of shame.

That said, I would like to thank my dad for the Sicilian genes that gave me my fabulous ass, my mom for the nice legs, Tyra Banks for teaching everyone the importance of the booty-tooch, pms-boobs for looking better than usual even though they hurt like a bitch, and my husband for the awesome haircut and for realizing that since he basically met me being naked on the internet that it would be ridiculous to complain about me being naked on the internet now we are married.

In other news, the beard hat I knitted for my brother-in-law is IN ACTION on his ski vacation!


I *so* win knitting.

Half-Nekkid Thursday, once again.

I got a haircut!

THE HAIR, PEOPLE!!!! You're supposed to be looking at my half-nekkid HEAD, jeeez!! :P
Best thing about your husband being super-awesome with the clippers is nekkid haircuts, followed closely by no awkward, stilted hairdresser chat.

"So, do you have any plans this weekend?"
"Um... I'm gonna sit on my ass and play Farmville and knit."

"Do you you have the whole day off, or are you going back to work after this?"
"Um... I don't work. I sit on my ass and play Farmville and knit all day."

"You're American?!"
"Um... yes."

Hate that shit.

*pets own head*
I love being freshly shorn.



Punkrawk cockatoo, at your service.

I enjoy Thursdays because they are the Fridays of Friday.

**Edited Feb 6:
Trying to thwart a bot.
Sorry for losing all the comments on the original post, had to delete & repost.

Half Nekkid Thursdaaaaay!!!!

3 minutes til it's not Thursday anymore.

Do you know how bloody difficult it is to get a webcam shot of your own ass???
Anyway, the Atlanta American Idol auditions aired in the UK tonight & made me terribly homesick. Pants On The Ground dude rules my life now, though.
So, in honor of the Peach State.... you can take the girl out of Georgia, but...

HNT. The panties speaketh the truth.

I know they're not lying even though I am bloated and bleeding like Johnny Depp's bed in Nightmare on Elm Street.

Half Nekkid New Year's Eve

I've only done a couple this year so I thought I'd go with my favorite theme of mine from the ones I HAVE posted & bring up my adoration of my freckles again but with a new pic. I'm glad my freckles last even into the dead of a grey British winter, though they do get FAR more.... zealous in the summer... After a good long day in the sun they can start to overlap and make me look near-leprous. :DDD When I was little my mommy called them my cinnamon sugar sprinkles & my beloved 1st grade teacher called them my sunkisses.


That's my offical HNT today but I took these last night when I was bored & couldn't sleep and I love them, so they're getting thrown into the mix:


Damn, I'm a dork.

Also when I was bored & insomnia-ridden I sewed my T-Rex button onto the EPIC HAT OF EPIC PINKNESS AND EPIC FLUFF that I scored for £3 at Claire's.



I win hats forever.

Half-Nekkid Thursday again.

I haven't been to sleep yet on Wednesday night, but as it's nearly 5:30 am, it's definitely Thursday. *sigh*
This patch of insomnia has been horrendous.
Anyway.

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday, y'all.


I really love my freckles. My elbow's all red from hours of leaning on it, playing facebook games in bed all night.

I'm really almost almost ALMOST done with Christmas knitting. Slightly over 2/3 of a scarf and stuffing an already-finished ball with catnip. Really, that's all I have left. It should be exciting, but I'm just drained at this point. I've got a migraine building that I'm afraid will be horrid. I have the Iceland ad song stuck in my head constantly, and it's driving me waaaaaay past round the bend.

Do you even REALIZE how luxurious selfish-knitting is gonna be? So soon I can almost taste it.

Also: I would cut a bitch for a candy cane.