It was, for the most part, a great weekend. Got tons of cuddle time in, watched some good movies, and created over 30 items for my shop. Mostly earrings, but some nice necklaces in there, as well. When the update goes live in about two weeks, there will likely be about 55 items total-- I haven't touched any of the Timekeeper's Daughter stuff yet. So yay, a nice big update to kick off Autumn. I find myself daydreaming about things to be made during the day; scribbling notes in my notepad-- when I get home and set things out, the only thing I have to do is the construction. I think it's part of why I've been so prolific lately. And I find the construction deeply satisfying. There's a sort of meditative quality to it. It's very relaxing to me, and more than a little addictive.

I've also now seen Atonement and The Notebook. The former was beautifully done and even though I've read the book, I found myself shocked at the ending. I always want it to be different. Like Briony, I suppose. The Notebook was okay; honestly, I don't get the hype about it. It's a good love story, and the actors did a great job of making that real. The costuming was terrific, and kudos to the writers for making the competition to the leading man a decent, sweet guy in his own right instead of a stock villain. But I suppose it just didn't wow me in the way I had been expecting. The end did make me well up a little, though. What can I say, I'm kind of a secret sap.

There was also more than a little bit of weirdness going on. Dixie left yesterday for a 10 day trip. I sat from my bed and watched as my floor lamp tipped itself over and shattered to tiny pieces. Last night, Jason came over. He went downstairs to get some water, and when he came back upstairs, I noticed a light still on downstairs. I mentioned that he hadn't turned the light off downstairs. He said he certainly had-- he navigated the living room in pitch black and even ran into the sofa. We walked downstairs, and the living room lamp was on and turned all the way up. There was also a very noticeable scent of singed hair in the air. So yeah. It seems our household entity would like some attention. Or something. I'm not sure, but I'd like to find out before any more lamps get broken. And until things start calming down, with Dixie gone, I'll be staying at Jason's. It doesn't feel particularly malicious or anything, but still-- I don't like being startled quite so often.

In other news, Jason said he figured out my pirate name while he was massaging my legs last night. Ladies, you know how you always miss one or two hairs right around the ankles when shaving, and then they get really long? My pirate name, according to my boyfriend, is "Anklebeard the Fierce." Fear me.