Tuesday, August 26, 2008

The week, so far...

Things occupying my mind this week:

1. Putting shoes on - SUCH A CHORE. I can no longer see my feet and I can't even comprehend another 10 weeks of growing. CAN NOT COMPREHEND. Dr-Mr would help me, but I don't want to get him involved until it's unavoidable. I have PRIDE. Well at least until I am on maternity leave and then it's slippers and thongs land for me. George will just have to wait for me to awkwardly tie my laces for our walks in the morning, no matter HOW IMPATIENT he gets. Shut up George, you tie them up for me then.

2. I now have to hold my breath to bend over and pick up anything off the floor. So I now try to avoid bending over at all costs. If I drop food on the floor (again: I'm clumsy, highly likely), it's George's. I think I will have to ramp up George's walks to make up for the extra dropped snacks. George, very happy at the state of affairs.

3. Stephanie Alexander taught me this week that if you add about half a cup of milk to the boiling water for cooking corn on the cob (which I eat loads of, I LOVE corn), it enhances the flavour and makes it taste "freshly picked". I don't know if I just had a batch of really good corn or not, but it was SO DELICIOUS. Worth a try anyway. Corn, butter and some sea salt = simple perfection.

4. I know I complain a lot but life is pretty sweet. This morning my email was filled with lovely mails from friends and people who send mail George and I to tell us how happy they are with their Georgie Love orders - which makes us SO happy. I am always amazed when people take the time out to tell us how pleased they are with everything. It's so unexpected and SO lovely. It's so easy to be a nameless-faceless store front here on the internerd and we (George and I) work hard to make everything as personal as possible - so people responding to that = much joy. It is something that makes me very happy.

5. The Post Box was filled with good things this morning. As much as everyone else, I LOVE receiving packages - even if I bought whatever and know what is inside.

6. After a few weekends of not uploading many new things on Georgie Love (apart from some VERY cute sock monkeys), this weekend looks pretty action packed on the website front. Stay tuned, lots of new goodness coming.

7. If you've eaten all the dark chocolate in the house (a pretty consistent craving, I didn't even like dark chocolate very much before) and you are desperate for something sweet, putting a jar of Nutella in the microwave for 20 seconds and attacking it with a spoon is a pretty decent substitute. Never mind the fact that your sticky brown smeared mouth and lips is fairly revolting for your usually patient and loving partner.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Giveaway WINNER

I didn't have time over the weekend to properly set Georgie up with the comment numbers and let him snuffle his way through them (Sorry George and sorry other folks), but I channeled a chubby and sooky dog in SPIRIT (it wasn't much of a stretch really) and printed and cut out all the comment numbers for the GREAT 2008 ROCK N ROLL, TRASH N TREASURE GIVEAWAY
and the winner is QUIRKY WORLD! Congratulations!

I don't have your details, so if you could shoot me through a mail via: sally (a) georgielove . com that would be very awesome. Your package will be sent in about a week as it is currently in a big bag that requires sorting through and nicely packing! :-)

More weekend news coming. Not there is much exciting news, apart from me slipping on the stairs and landing hard and sorely on my bottom. I am an AWKWARD and ACCIDENT PRONE lady. Slightly sore to sit on one cheek today.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

A stroke of genius and the out right theivery of it

I read with great (and excited) interest about the great OUTSOURCED APRON CRAFTING ADVENTURE undertaken by the lovely CurlyPops. I LOVE both the idea (well noted: Sal is both crafty challenged, time poor and most importantly LAZY) and the apron (cute aprons used to be a theme of my etsy favourites), however I am going to be cheeky and steal the idea. I hope that is ok.

WHAT I NEED - um... about 2 metres of fabric bunting. The nursery has sloping ceilings with an apexy bit (I really should take a photograph, here is my stroke of GENIUS, I will DRAW IT) - but anyway, where I will be putting the crib is inbetween this sloping part and I have wanted to get some bunting to hang in there, but everything I find on etsy for baby rooms is way too pink and way too expensive for shipping.

It should be easy (for those that way inclined), there is a really flexible time frame for sewing - I am not due till the start of November, so anytime in October would be great. As for colours... I don't know. Nothing too pink and floral. The colours in the room are dark brown (crib, exposed beams, change table, picture frames), off white (walls), honey brown (this odd swedish steam room looking wall behind the crib)... um and the colours of the stuff in the room - the blankets I have bought for the crib are gorgeous, but grey:

So some colour needed. Anything should match. I am pretty easy to please. I don't have any fabric chosen or bought, but could definitely buy and supply if needed.

Could anyone help? You tell me what I need to pay you and I will pay you in dollars, love and Georgie kisses (and if dog slobber doesn't take your fancy, some baked delights instead).

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

GET DOWN .... get up.... and then GET BACK DOWN!

The three songs on biggest rotation on my itunes for this week.

1. Bat for Lashes - Prescilla

2. Radiohead - Jigsaw Falling into Place

3. Of Montreal - Gronlandic Edit (lordy, do I love this band)

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

The Great Trash N Treasure, Rock N Roll Giveaway of 2008

It's been a little while since I have done a GIVEAWAY, so maybe it's overdue. This isn't entirely a GEORGIE LOVE giveaway, it's an "I JUST CLEANED MY STUDY/OFFICE AND I REALISED I HAVE WAY TOO MUCH STUFF THAT I AM NEVER GOING TO USE" giveaway. It's a trash and treasure kind of giveaway, and it's aimed entirely at CRAFTERS. I have put together a pack which includes (all new):

1. Fabric
2. Cute Buttons
3. Japanese Papers/Stationary
4. Stickers
5. Mini Envelopes
6. Jewelery Making bits and bobs
7. Other random stuff I can't remember off the top of my head.
8. Oh, and a copy of the most recent mix cd I made.

To be truthful, it's a pretty cute pack and I would love to see it all go to a good and crafty home somewhere. If you are keen, leave a comment and George will draw a winner over the weekend.

Crazy half-written story from the middle of the night #2786

I was cleaning out my drafts in my inbox (I have so many half written things and notes to myself, that it is ridiculous) and came across this not quite story - not quite anything else, that I wrote in the middle of the night a number of months ago. I don't know what else to do with it, so here it is.

I'm pregnant. As I am typing this, it's probably about 8 weeks, but as you are reading this, I am surely in the 2nd or 3rd trimester, in the SAFE TO TELL EVERYONE zone. It's mine and my lovely partner's first, after the shock and financial panic, we are fairly thrilled.

But how am I going to start telling people? I have a fairly offbeat sense of humour, so whilst I think "I'm Knocked Up" cards sent to family and friends is both irreverent AND accurate, I can imagine it might not be taken in the spirit of joy and happiness is intended.

Is "Sally Morrigan is baking a bun in her oven"* going to have the same impact and response as my status in Facebook?

See these are the things people don't tell you about. I am now comfortable with the whole pooping during the birth thing and people tell you about pregnancy brain forgetfulness, but they didn't tell me this. I've gone soft. And more than a little bit crazy.

I am building a person here, I can't stay awake at work during the day SO WHY CAN'T I SLEEP AT NIGHT? I started writing this at 2:39 AM and WHY are my eyes CONSTANTLY itchy?

I am fortunate enough not to have a scrap of morning sickness (sorry about that), but I am SO HUNGRY all the time that if you stop and talk to me for too long, I might start nibbling at your fingers. I am frequently at the supermarket (dips, crackers, carrots, grapes, dried apricots, yoghurt and some museli that is so healthy it is hard to stomach), but see whilst I am CONSTANTLY needing to consume, that isn't my prompt for the supermarket. It's...it's... the TOILETRIES AISLE.

I spent close to $40 the other day on citrus, mango and pomegranate soaps, shower gels, talcs... the whole kit and kaboodle. Ladies, that is FORTY DOLLARS on HAND SOAPS and SHOWER GELS. I am a bargain hunter from way back and it's usually the $2 for that massive head-sized pump pack of mystery soap that is so harsh it erodes all moisture from your skin, so they are left scaly, sore but CLEAN.

But now, we are getting close to the real point here. It's documented in all kinds of places - I love handmade. There is a real relationship between mothers and crafting, I read so many blogs where people post pictures of their children (handmade) and their other cloth, thread and paper creations - there is a real community out there, supportive and inspirational. There are so many people making wonderful handmade products for babies and little children that I have died and gone to heaven - but I have discovered a new brand of crazy for myself....



Will this ever go away? Or am I ruined, cynicism lost and destined now to seek out the cutest baby clothes to make me squeal with delight? I AM RUINED.
(note: that super-cute elephant Onesie is made by the patacake baby on etsy)

*oh and a little note to this, I think this is pretty close to what I did. Because I am oh-so smart AND classy.

Monday, August 18, 2008


Oh and does anyone have any good remedies for preg-related leg cramps? They have certainly taken it up a notch over the past week or so... I AM sleeping with a cork in the bed (Old Wive's Tale), which was successful so far, but letting me down miserably this week. At one point in the night over the weekend, I simultaneously had one in my left thigh, left calf and left foot/ankle. It was ridiculous and I was hoping around for literally 5 minutes whining like Georgie coveting someone else's food. Ouch, ouch, OUCH! The muscles are still sore today.

My Love, My Pain

I wasn't sure whether to advertise this or not. Partly because Queen (Christine Boyle) is my ALL TIME FAVOURITE MELBOURNE CLOTHING DESIGNER and the more people that know about the studio sale, the more competition there is on the day to buy CHEAP QUEEN GOODNESS. However I am at a stage where strangers are actively pointing me out as the "pregnant lady" (better that than the fat lady) and I fit into NOTHING. I have given up on wearing office clothes to the day job - I wear what fits and at the moment it's a pair of slightly too big dark demin maternity jeans, boots and a fitted v neck. Not quite corporate, but it's a step up from the men's PJ pants I often sport at home.

ANYWAY, since I can't fit into anything, I am telling YOU to go and buy some bargains on my behalf. Last time I went I got some 3/4 obi wrap pants reduced from $200 and something to $20. There was much joy on that day, my friends, but now that joy is YOURS. THIS WEEKEND. Make sure you get there EARLY. Dr-Mr was busting my chops at the last sale to get there by 10 and we did and it was already packed.

I am already excited and GIFTING myself in a non-clothing way on that Saturday to distract myself from the Non-Sale pain. I am getting my hair cut for the first time in about 6 months. My hairdresser is fairly brilliant, so I am confident I am in for a good time.

Oh and TOMORROW we are finally getting CARPET. I should take a before and after photo, because the bright blue carpet tiles are OUTTA THERE. It meant the weekend was entirely taken up with moving stuff out of the room that will soon be known as the nursery, setting up a new office space for Georgie Love (found some silver polka dot boxes on sale at Lincraft, bargain - thanks for all the tips though and I am now sad I didn't see the Kikki-k animal boxes first!!!!) and throwing stuff out. So not a fun, but a necessary weekend. Hope yours was a little better!

Friday, August 15, 2008

the bitter and the sweet

I hate bad customer service. It's so unnecessary and FRUSTRATING. I am trying to buy a ton of lidded boxes. You know, the nice kind, that you can reuse and have lids and you open and close them and keep it all neat and tidy. IMPOSSIBLE TO FIND. I want to buy quite a few (and yes, I know, I know I could go to IKEA and buy some and I would then put them together, but IKEA is over an hour away), but no one can help me. I want say 20 or so boxes - I am moving the Georgie Love office from a room that will eventually be a nursery to a little corner in one of our living areas. So I want everything packed away nicely and tidy. Everything is currently in randomly sized postage boxes, with the artists names clearly labeled on the side. Postage boxes, while convenient, look not so fabulous stacked together in public. It makes us look like we live in a Hobo house. And the Georgie Hair Fur Piles at the bottom of the stairs make us look enough of that as it is.

There is a company with a large outlet close to the day job, lets call this shop Smoggle, and they have been SO RIDICULOUSLY UNHELPFUL that I want to kick something. Smoggle have nice boxes in many colours, but their largest outlet in Vic refuses to tell me what they have in stock and if they can help me out. They are trying to send me to a DFO on the other side of town.


Do you know anywhere else I could try? Officeworks have a few, but are incredibly expensive and IKEA is a last resort. I barely care at this point what colour.

So it's not all annoyance and complaints here today, I would like to show you my new favourite blog. I think there is a link between baking and crafting (both are sweet, one is edible, one I can do and one I can not), so I think some of you will appreciate Cakewrecks... "when professional cakes go horribly, hilariously wrong". It's fairly awesome, so enjoy!

And enjoy the weekend all y'all. xo

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Yet another reason why my much-loved dog is incredibly lame.

Imagine this, it's 4am, you are not woken from your sleep by the gentle rain falling on the roof so peacefully... No. It's the tip-tap-tip-tap of an anxious dog running on wooden floorboards from one side of the bed to another, seeing if someone is awake and in control of THE SKY FALLING IN OBVIOUSLY. On your mat, George. Your mat which is less than 2 metres from me in the bed, where I can usually hear your OLD MAN SNORING, and YES GEORGE, SNORING IS better than the TIP-TAP-TIP-TAP-TIP-TAP of your paw anxiety.

Yes, my dog is scared of the rain. And as I lay there in bed listening to George settle back down as I tried to go back to sleep, I made a list in my head of ALL THE LAME THINGS MY DOG IS FRIGHTENED OF.

In no particular fear-based order, George is frightened of: soap bubbles, the clothes horse, balloons (the blow up variety, he does like to pretend to chase the hot air variety and thank the lord there are none in the hills as this used to cause great embarrassment of a morning in Fitzroy Gardens. Oh and he also used to try and chase TRAMS), squeaky toys, rain, wind, thunder, the backyard (this is not a joke, the back yard is a huge source of George anxiety), party blowers, old men in hats (again, not a joke), running taps, empty postage envelopes falling on his mat, the bathroom, matches and cigarette lighters (any localised flame that is not attached to a heater, which he loves).

I am sure there are many more, but that is all that spring to mind now.

Georgie I love you very much, but sheesh.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Joy in a box

Struggling back from the post office with a (very light) large box, Dr-Mr says to me "what's in the box?". Ripping the tape from the box, I could reply quite confidently...

"it's a box filled with Sock Monkeys."


I have much loved the humble sock monkey since days of yore. There is something so sweet and joyful about their socky-monkey-little-stuffed bodies. Coming on Georgie Love very soon!

My top 4 books that you will LOVE but you had no idea about (probably)

Over the weekend it SNOWED at my house! Crazy! Sunday was definitely a day of staying indoors, eating freshly baked banana bread (new receipe, not bad) and watching DVDs (season 4 of Lost to be precise). I have photos from the weekend still sitting on a camera, which I should post soon - including the Cuckoo lunch extravaganza.

I also spent a bit of time on the weekend flicking through some of my favourite books over the weekend and I wanted to note some that are my absolute favourites. These are the books that I find overwhelmingly beautiful, but also often incredibly melancholic. And perhaps a little odd. Sharing is caring my friends, so in the words of many dodgy Australians "Do yourself a favour and check these out!" (Bec, you are not dodgy!)

1. Geek Love - Katherine Dunn
A friend recommended this book to me quite a few years ago and by it's title, I was anticipating a story involving a C64, Pong and Role-Playing Wizards. However, the term Geek refers to it's original meaning of the word, which is a specific circus side show act.

It's one of the most original things I have ever read. I am being lazy now and copying a brief description from Amazon:
A wild, often horrifying, novel about freaks, geeks and other aberrancies of the human condition who travel together (a whole family of them) as a circus. It's a solipsistic funhouse world that makes "normal" people seem bland and pitiful. Arturo the Aqua-Boy, who has flippers and an enormous need to be loved. A museum of sacred monsters that didn't make it. An endearing "little beetle" of a heroine. Sort of like Tod Browning's Freaks crossed with David Lynch and John Irving and perhaps George Eliot -- the latter for the power of the emotions evoked.

Oh, that was easy and eloquent on behalf of Amazon. I am feeling a little lacklustre and unshiny today, so maybe this is the way to proceed. Shortcuts!

2. American Gods - Neil Gaiman
I have read this book many, many, many times and own more than 1 copy of it. Neil Gaiman is one of my favourite writers, ever since I discovered the Sandman series in high school, say 16 years ago. Lordy. I even have a phrase from one of the Sandman graphic novels tattooed across my back.
Amazon says (stop being so cheaty), and:
American Gods is Neil Gaiman's best and most ambitious novel yet, a scary, strange, and hallucinogenic road-trip story wrapped around a deep examination of the American spirit. Gaiman tackles everything from the onslaught of the information age to the meaning of death, but he doesn't sacrifice the razor-sharp plotting and narrative style he's been delivering since his Sandman days.

3. Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close - Jonathan Safran Foer
This book made me cry and soar all at once. In all honesty, I think it's a far superior book to his other more popular book Everything is Illuminated. As soon as I finished it, I wanted to lend it to everyone I could so I could talk about it. As soon as they had finished it, much discussion, sighing and "what about that.."Yes!"I know" *sigh*.

Amazon would like to tell you the following about the plot:
School-Oskar Schell is not your average nine-year-old. A budding inventor, he spends his time imagining wonderful creations. He also collects random photographs for his scrapbook and sends letters to scientists. When his father dies in the World Trade Center collapse, Oskar shifts his boundless energy to a quest for answers. He finds a key hidden in his father's things that doesn't fit any lock in their New York City apartment; its container is labeled "Black." Using flawless kid logic, Oskar sets out to speak to everyone in New York City with the last name of Black. A retired journalist who keeps a card catalog with entries for everyone he's ever met is just one of the colorful characters the boy meets. As in Everything Is Illuminated (Houghton, 2002), Foer takes a dark subject and works in offbeat humor with puns and wordplay. But Extremely Loud pushes further with the inclusion of photographs, illustrations, and mild experiments in typography reminiscent of Kurt Vonnegut's Breakfast of Champions (Dell, 1973). The humor works as a deceptive, glitzy cover for a fairly serious tale about loss and recovery.

4. Blankets - Craig Thompson
Ok, I have admitted on more than one occasion that I AM a geek girl who likes computers and comics and all that sort of thing. But see, some comics/graphic novels are AMAZING and Blankets is one of them - it's autobiographical, it's an incredibly awkward and sad story about first love and if I lent it to you, I can guarantee that you would love it too. You don't know what you are missing out on.

wanted to tell you:
This sensitive memoir recreates the confusion, emotional pain and isolation of the author's rigidly fundamentalist Christian upbringing, along with the trepidation of growing into maturity. Skinny, naive and spiritually vulnerable, Thompson and his younger brother manage to survive their parents' overbearing discipline (the brothers are sometimes forced to sleep in "the cubby-hole," a forbidding and claustrophobic storage chamber) through flights of childhood fancy and a mutual love of drawing. But escapist reveries can't protect them from the cruel schoolmates who make their lives miserable. Thompson's grimly pious parents and religious community dismiss his budding talent for drawing; they view his creative efforts as sinful and relentlessly hector the boys about scripture. By high school, Thompson's a lost, socially battered and confused soul-until he meets Raina and her clique of amiable misfits at a religious camp. Beautiful, open, flexibly spiritual and even popular (something incomprehensible to young Thompson), Raina introduces him to her own less-than-perfect family; to a new teen community and to a broader sense of himself and his future. The two eventually fall in love and the experience ushers Thompson into the beginnings of an adult, independent life. Thompson manages to explore adolescent social yearnings, the power of young love and the complexities of sexual attraction with a rare combination of sincerity, pictorial lyricism and taste. His exceptional b&w drawings balance representational precision with a bold and wonderfully expressive line for pages of ingenious, inventively composed and poignant imagery.

I thought I would have a top 5, but I am going to leave it at 4. My Amazon mouse clicking arm is tired. Laziness has it's down points.

I am a complete book-nerd and I love to read (on the couch or in bed) and haven't read anything that really turned my head in ages. What are your favourite books? Any stand outs?

Friday, August 08, 2008

Making time to make

I stumbled across these articles today on Making Time to Make : a 3-part series about attention management for people who do creative work. I am always looking for ways to cram more time in my day and time to just think and plan for Georgie Love (not having a full time job would work wonders).

If you are juggling with your creative and other life, it may be of interest to you too.

Have you ever been to... The Cuckoo?

Do I need a reason to love Fridays? Isn't the fact that it's Friday enough? Friday is a cuddly day, today it's even sunshiney, it's all about the possibility of sleep-ins, spending time with the people you love, lazy breakfasts with the paper and hangover recoveries. Ah yes. (There is no need to bring up anything to do with catching up on chores you have no time in the week to complete, washing the dog, Saturday mornings at the supermarket or the fact that I can no longer enjoy wine on Friday evenings after a long, long week).

Anyway, this weekend will be a good one, there is much Georgie Love work to be done (and for once, the time to do it properly), a Saturday morning Preg fitness class, which I love and missed last weekend, much slothing at home and a lunch with friends to the quite goofy Cuckoo restaurant. I have been meaning to take Dr-Mr there forever - since I had the idea in April for his birthday (which has obviously come and gone). He has never been and it's one of those places you really need to go and experience once in a lifetime.

I have mentioned the Cuckoo to a few people at work, saying I was going there and it has always been followed with this response:

1. hysterical laughter
2. "ohmygosh, I haven't been there in YEARS"
3. the comment "my partner has never been there, I am going to HAVE to take them in the next few weeks".

Out of everyone I work with - they have all been there at some point or another. It'd down the road from where we live.... have YOU been?

A conversation in the car between me and Dr-Mr:

Me: "I booked a table for all of us for lunch... we have to be there between 12 and 12:30".
Dr-Mr: "Why so early? I thought we were all meeting there after 1"
Me: "Well... that's the time they told us to be there... I guess so we don't miss the show"
Dr-Mr: *genuine look of horror* "THERE'S A SHOW???!!!!!".
Me: 'well... not so much of a show... more music and dancing... and ... stuff"

Um, for those interstate, it's essentially a German-themed restaurant. A smörgåsbord of tasty and heart-attack inducing meats and desserts. Mmmmm... Post weekend breakdown and photos to come!

Thursday, August 07, 2008

where in the absence of having anything interesting to say, I discuss things of little or no interest.

This is a list of the things I have been thinking about lately. Because I can't sit and think about carpet and blinds forever. Specifically because Carpet Court (hooray!) actually turned up for their appointment last weekend, we have actually chosen carpet (cafe noir to be precise) and it will be installed in a fortnight, which while being GREAT news, also means that there is in fact 1000 things we have to do between now and then. Mainly setting up a new Georgie Love office area, putting together desks and moving things. We have also picked blinds for half of the house which is another great achievement (and I SWEAR TO YOU we are the easiest people to sell stuff too, we are so grateful to have anyone come over, we make quick choices and offer very nice coffee and cookies to our guests). Tonight we are having a plastering person over to do a quote on the final work required on the two bedrooms upstairs, which while certainly not budgeted for, would be AWESOME to do. Although someone broke my spirit a little earlier by informing me that plaster then requires paint. BAH.

FASCINATING STUFF. I am in this tired and nesting obsession at the moment, It's all homewares for me at the moment and even though we don't need them, I don't think I can resist these cushions for very much longer:

The one problematic thing about lusting and buying cushions though, I am unlikely to then go and buy the required stuffing the cushion needs to make it worthwhile. It's the only thing holding me back, I tell you.

Other points that are crucial for you to know - I really do hate velvet. I do, I don't understand it as a fabric or the lure of it as a fabric. Same with velour. When I think about either velvet or velour, I think (for some reason) of the sensation of rubbing the fabric against my teeth and it has the same effect on me as fingernails down a chalkboard. The reason that I am now thinking of velvet is because I am surprised HOW MANY ITEMS OF CLOTHING for pregnant ladies are made of velvet. And cost a fortune. This has come up because I am looking for a pair of entirely cotton tracksuit pants. To fit a roundy pregnant lady and I keep coming across these velour and velvet options and I have to say No.

I am feeling very disheveled. You know how there are some people are so perfectly poised and ironed. I don't iron a thing. I think I could improve my appearance by 50%, just BY IRONING. The other 50% could be improved by sewing holes closed. In the years that Dr-Mr and I have been together, I think he has seen me iron twice and I think both times were dress shirts of his. I just don't iron.

I went swimming last night for the first time since becoming pregnant and WHAT A JOY. I think you forget how much strain and pressure and weight is bearing down on those ligaments tugging in my belly. I did a handful of laps (double digits) and then just floated and bobbed about attempting to give filthy looks to the older gentleman in his goggles spying on all the young girls in their bikinis. Yuck.

Speaking of pregnant, all is well with bub and me, she is kicking up a storm, if you can recommend any comfortable positions to sleep in, because I AM DYING TO HEAR THEM. I have about 5 or 6 pillows in the bed and yet nothing is working. I look and feel like a zombie. Aaaarrrrrgggggghhh... brains.

Friday, August 01, 2008

Well, it's Friday fairly miserable outside and I am tucked up indoors (for now). I haven't been talking about Georgie Love much lately. That's not because there is no news for the site (there is), but there is a LOT of behind the scenes activity. Mostly secret, so ALL WILL BE REVEALED IN TIME. :-) Just quietly tinkering away, you all know how it is, but DEFINITELY stay tuned.