Nonsense

It struck me yesterday that I think I have a white and grey, fairly heavy wool that's been lying around waiting for the right project for about ten years - winter coat weight, if I remember correctly, in a spreckled, salt-and-pepper kind of pattern and texture. I found it, or was given it or something, possibly grandma's leftover fabrics that never came to anything; don't remember, I just know that I didn't buy it. Anyway, I think I should stop waiting for the day when I'll want a white/grey salt-and-pepper coat and just dye it black. Must do some digging.

On a completely unrelated and probably too personal note, I had a "you know you're not well when..." -moment the night before yesterday - namely, you know you're not well when you're lying in bed watching TV because everything else is too exhausting, wearing double layers of wool sweaters under a duvet and two wool blankets, still freezing and moved to tears (literally) by Robert Altman's hilarious, but quite unsentimental Prêt-a-Porter because Sophia Loren is so gorgeous, and the storyline about the woman who shops designer clothing for her husband is so touching. Yes, really.

Still ill, which makes a decent excuse for posting this:

You Are Courier New

You have a deep appreciation for tradition and history. You don't eschew modernity, but you do have a deep reverence for the past. You are very literate. It's likely you enjoy writing and reading. Some people may feel you're a bit cold, but you just have high standards for who you hang out with.

What Font Are You?

Normally I wouldn't post a quiz result, but this result was rather funny, at least when posted here.