Well, I guess I nearly fell off the face of the earth last week. I've been either drugged up or passed out, and generally not in the best of spirits. The silver lining on my personal raincloud is that most of the poxy pustules - especially the seriously oversized and disgusting ones - are hidden from public consumption. Like I said before, I already look like a post-childbirth wreck in the buff, so what's a dozen more unsightly scabs, huh? For some months now I've suspected myself of exhibiting signs of possible bipolar activity... this morning while I was putting away the laundry, I looked out of the window and experienced a fleeting but sublime moment of incomprehensible joy. Fleeting, it was. Déjà vu, it also was. So I promptly crashed back into a reality full of flaky skin, clogged scalp and general state of dishevelledness that the care of not-popping-blisters necessitates. So, yuck - I'm unforgiveably gross right now.

In other news, since I have only 2 doses of acyclovir left, I returned to "work" today, sorting and cataloguing my latest vintage bead haul, and making a few pairs of really simple earrings. I have been getting increasingly sick of gemstones during the past few weeks - I don't want to look at them, nor hear or read about them, and definitely much less fondle or salivate over them. They seem to be becoming slightly homogenised... to me anyway... peridot is peridot is peridot, a briolette is a briolette. Large, gem-quality peridot briolettes are hard to find. And so on and so forth - peridot is just a random example, being August's birthstone. I'm bored already.

Aaaaanyway, enough of me ranting. These vintage goodies (and perhaps more if I'm so inclined) will be making their way into my Etsy shop this week: