Just chilling and falling back into bead. I want to try my luck at chokers, but like... necks, innit. Reputedly that average circumference of an AFAB's neck is 13 inches. Which matches my eldest, while mine has thickened up to 15 with age. I always put an adjuster on chokers, but like. In my head, it's still going to have to be offered at different sizes if I go that route. If seed beads even work as chokers. It's science, ha ha.

Childling has spent all her free money to get her beading supplies, and is having fun cranking out bracelets. She decided she wanted to make one for a friend, so hopefully we did the math right based on what measurement we were given to work with (which was... not a great one, ha ha).

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I have survived the workweek, woo, etc. Got everything caught up, so I can try to like, relax as much as humanly possible over the weekend. I'd still like to rephotograph the bracelets, but we'll see what spoons I do or don't find.

For now, contemplating on whether I can be bothered to get up to get more caffeine (as child to fetch? xD), but yeah, mainly just like, not moving. Not moving is good.

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I'm feeling completely run over today, what a surprise. I didn't get as much work-work done as I wanted, but never mind. It is what it is. Now I'm just kind of doinking my own brain that wants to tryyyy to do photos again when, no. We have negative spoons, please try again tomorrow.

Heh, and the day has gone. So it goes.

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My back chose violence today. I think it feels a smidge better after a hot bath, but still. Apparently I'm going to be in recovery for a bit from the fayre. Which was me still recovering from weeks before... yeah. *laughs*

So of course, I'm going to tryyy to do photography here in a few minutes. Kid finished their current bracelet, so I can put that on the side to dry and reclaim my table space for that purpose. Probably. Hopefully.

I ended up having a bit of a spleen vent on FB earlier. I'd spotted this morning a post in my village group, where someone was complaining that a pet cat had killed all their chicks. And the responses were all 'well that's just cats get over it'. Like y'all, I've been a cat mom since birth, and the UK approach to cat ownership angers me to no end. The general consensus seems to be that cats *have* to go outside or else they get fat and lazy and poop in the house. We have four happy healthy housecats -- because we make sure they have enrichment and companionship. Not just us, but each other. It's really not that hard. But the view is so endemic that even rescues will recommend outdoor space for some of their cats with no mentions of catios... *brain explodes*

Anyways.

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I am definitely in recovery mode today. I woke up *SUPER LATE* (12:48pm), and have been limping around the times I do get out of my chair. I'd commented to my beloved @moonrabbit that I should expect it, since I overdid it the entire weekend after our declutterer visited, and have been in recovery since.

So of course, this is now the day that house reorg is happening. The eldest wanted their desktop moved upstairs, which we agreed was reasonable. It also means that it gives the younger more space downstairs, which is fair compensation for her having -zero- room in her bedroom (it was a small room to start with, and the previous owner fitted a wardrobe that takes up a third of the room). We're not against getting the wardrobe potentially removed in future... but that requires us to get the stuff we're storing out of it. *laughs*

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Fayre was nominally successful. I made my table back, and slightly more important -- even having missed the last iteration, I feel like more people recognised me as a regular. So that was nice. I was again reminded that village fayres aren't the best fit for me and crafts, but it's not like I can afford to go to proper fayres. Table costs aside, you need liability insurance, which I can't get unless I have my offline and online stuff strictly separated. I don't do many fayres, and am not well enough to go much further than the next village over for morning/midday events, so. Celebrate my uh, £3.78 and all the cake consumed. xD

But yeah, got most of my stuff put away and the cat boxes sorted, so I can veg the rest of the day, Ideally, I'll get outside and get my garage stuff (display bits) put up and out of the car, but an episode of 'Stranger Things' first.

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I've made the executive decision that I'm not going to work tomorrow. Well, if there's anything specific spouse needs of me, I can manage to help, but I think I want to rest before Saturday morning. That fayre starts at 10am, which means being there for 9am-ish, and stars that's beyond early, likely to be in bed even on weekdays for me. But also, taking tomorrow off means I can squish in an extra hairwash then, which feels more 'right' than doing it today.

But also just, I continue to be weak levels of exhausted. It's so rude. I mean, let's be honest, this is me *still* paying for overdoing it the other week. Because that's chronic fatigue, yo. I mean, I still know I have it better than other sufferers. I can get by staying upright in my back friendly chair, and not leaving my desk environs often. Said environs are enriched with things that bring me pleasure. I mean, I guess if I could have -a- wish to make things better is that it took me less than an hour to get out of bed. ><

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*waves* existing, etc. I had work, which took ages. And then I had to help youngest with beads, and do some ISG Discord revamp sciencing. And then, and *then* -- I had to get my boxes prepped for the fayre I'm doing this weekend. I can't find a box of earrings, but if they went walkabout, that particular box isn't a big loss. I also made and printed a spreadsheet with my adjusted prices, so hopefully like, *something* sells. Heh.

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Made it out of the house to mail off my friend's order. I misjudged the weather and only went out in a thin cardi -- the wind was *sharp*. So walking back, I see a woman walking towards me in a proper puffer jacket, and I'm just like, 'I misjudged the weather'. She laughed, and said she was just about to ask me if I was cold. And I replied that yes, I was a smidge. Though not as bad going home, as the wind wasn't blowing quite the right direction for that to be as bitter.

My new loom came in yesterday from Craft Supplies UK (craftsuppliesuk.co.uk/collections/beadwork/products/bead-loom-kit-long). As soon as I had it constructed, my youngest ran in and said it was time for her to learn how to do bead looming. So yes, she immediately commandeered my new loom, ha ha. Her first effort is currently sitting on the loom waiting for her to remove it and start a second. Yeah, she's already got a second in mind. But I also know that if her interest continues to persist, she will buy her own -- and better beads to go with it (currently letting her practice with my less uniform beads).

Right. Back to game-and-bead. *nodnods*

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Oh hey, existing persists. Got my hair washed, strung the beads, played the games -- and prepped an order out to a friend. I normally get things out the next day, but I'm super lethargic and it'll go out tomorrow. Well, and I'm just like, slooooowly fussing over it, hee hee.

For now, settling in for McDinner. Teenager was cheeky and convinced spouse to pick something up. It's hard to resist cheeky teen -- it's a sign they're on the soul mend. I know it's not a straight journey, but I'm happy at any progress towards them feeling better.

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