Public Health Warning

So. Grab your SARS masks and have your immunisations ready: I'm a walking communicable disease.

Whooping Cough is on the warpath.

I knew it wasn't bronchitis. The whole not-chesty-ness of it all was a bit of a giveaway. Not to mention I felt fine and non-feverish and nothing at all like I do when bronky. Not to mention the dreadful, terrifying, whooping gasping choking can't breathe need air thing after a bout of coughing.

Who knew immunisations wear off? I can expect a few more weeks of the cough, and a 'relapse' whenever I get a cold in the next 12 months. Joy.

But it's OK - I'm not contagious now.

Info: Whooping Cough.net (some of the soundbites sound just like me!) // Wiki

Charlie Brown I am NOT!

We spent yesterday at the beach. Picture a still morning, with warm sunshine, gentle (very gentle) waves lapping the shore, and balmy litle zephyr of a breeze. Heaven. Or, it would have been if I'd have gone into the water: I'm still fighting off this bug (I suspect it's not bronchisaurus after all, because never when I've been bronky have I been like this), and didn't feel safe enough to go swimming in case a fit of coughing came upon me and I drowned.

So while N dove in search of dinner (he caught a leatherjacket and we were given four massive trout from the fish-shop), I entertained myself on the shore with my camera and my book and my kite. Charlie Brown I am NOT! (My fluoro bag stood up exceptionally well to the rigours of lugging all my stuff from pillar to post, too)

We spent the whole day on the beach (as testified by my lobstered legs - ouch!), and as evening drew in, it grew still as a millpond:

And we saw the Dreaded Dredger, WAY too close to shore for comfort:

Yik.


Because I had so much stuff with me: kite, poi, books and stuff, I decided to create a dedicated beach bag, in which to leave them (and a bottle of sunscreen), ready to be grabbed for a spur-of-the-moment outing/picnic/etc. Voila! One beach satchel with pockets (and finally a use for the orange velcro)

Latest creation

OK, this is my first foray into reversible fluoro bags. Not very good, and I know lots about it I want to fix (not least being the style - not too keen after all)... but it's still something. Thoughts?

Lookie: It even has a pocket!

OK, now that you've been blinded enough, here's a nice soothing Rizz-pic to rest your eyes.

Update

Remember all that fabric? We got it out of the bungalow to check it out last weekend, to see just what we had.

(Clicky for details)

EEK! There is some good stuff in amongst the safety fabric and shiny polarfleeces: some silvery knits and pretty coloured bemsilks that will be fun to play with, along with the fluoro lycra and other interesting stuff. It's a good bargain, even if less than half turns out to be useful.

I've been sewing again. I made another bag from a pattern I got off Etsy:

I bought the "bellydancer" fabric and was going mad trying to find something that would complement it appropriately. I think the swirly pink works well, don't you?

It took me about a week of stop-start, sew, unpick and all that jazz, and I ommitted the clasp because I wanted it finished *now*. It's a bit smaller than I hoped it'd be, and there are a few bits I'm no 100% happy with ( ), but I'm still really proud of it.

We also got our summer-veggie garden happening today. Tomatoes, peas, snowpeas, watermelon and strawberries all happily (hopefully) growing in a new garden bed:

And basil in pots on the kitchen windowsill:

Hurrah for summer flavours! And there's still room in the 'old' garden bed for even more!

And finally.....Laser cat is armed and dangerous: