crochet frenzy

first and foremost, i am officially better! Have been so since like Monday, but was still really limited in what I could eat all week until like yesterday and Weds. SO glad that mess is over, also have even more respect now (if thats even possible) for Celeste, because I feel like I got the smallest taste of her condition and it was awful, makes me feel like in awe of her that she is a functioning, happy, normal and amazing person all the while dealing with that shit (literally. bad pun?)

now onto other issues besides by gastro-intestinal system: CROCHET
i have actually been crocheting quite a lot since i've been in france, found a couple places to buy yarn at decent prices, though with meager selections. have a few more places bookmarked that i need to check out. since i've been here i have also taught carolyn and taylor to crochet, and made some addicts out of them too. taylor and i have some serious plans to start an etsy store together, and some silly plans to get a PACS (french version of civil union). but yeah, she is my crafty kindred spirit! So far I have crocheted: a maroon cowl with a lacy open-work pattern, a brown beret with bubble stitch, a grey hat with double crochet clusters, and started a zillion and ten other projects and then undid them midway through after deciding i didn't like them. i've made a few other things I can't remember as well haha. right now im working on a pattern i'm creating myself. usually my patterns end up not working out cause i realize i didn't quite get the math right, or the stitch combination only works on paper and not in practice. but so far this one is going well, it's for a table runner or placemat or square thingies of any domestic use you please, depending on how long you make the pattern. i want mine to be a table runner though, i think if i finish it, if i have enough yarn to do so, ill give it to my momma! i miss my parents so much lately. i'm a touch homesick still, i just miss america. taylor and i relented to our homesickness/cravings/devil's temptations and went to starbucks today. it was the same price for a grande latte as a normal cafe creme at a cafe, maybe 50 centimes more, for so much more coffee in volume. it tasted just like the lattes at home, and made me feel both comforted and like i was supporting an evil stupid corporation, and a coffee chain in a country that is known for its cafes and espresso. but damnit, it was good and im not ashamed. i read an article recently about how french have a different taste preference when it comes to coffee, they like dryer, more bitter, sharper beans and americans tend to like, deeper, softer, more robust beans. I definitely agree with this theory, it seems completely true to me. not to mention the whole espresso versus brewed coffee thing, espresso just makes the sharpness of the coffee here even more intense. it's like yes i want to wake up and have a caffeine pick me up, especially in the mornings and mid afternoons when i need the jolt of energy, but no i don't want to blow my face off by a too sharp, too intense, kick in the teeth cafe creme. i miss having a mellow but dark and deep and soothing cup of coffee with my daddyo on sunday mornings while doing the crossword puzzle and clearning out the fruit in the produce drawer- something we do a lot over the summer. aahhhhh i miss home! (and yes i call my father daddyo and he refers to himself as such when he writes me emails, he was a hippie and it's a silly little thing we've always done. and i call my mom mimzy, just because when i was like 10 i was so desperate to be unique and different i didnt want to call her mom like everyone else and i wished my name was more interesting/less common than sarah. i used to wish it was chrysanthemum hahahahha. oh lordy. but when im really down in the dumps or sick or whiney or whatever, i revert back to calling her momma unintentionally, i don't really know where this comes from, but it happens. oh momma, i miss you so! it's weird cause noah always just calls them mom and dad. so unoriginal!)

ok enough ranting and rumbling and grambling and grumbling and rambling and and and i'm out of otomatopoeias. tragic!