Margarita-ville

I tried to do my Blog last night but my fingers wouldn't let me. That was on account of the no less than 8 margaritas I had after a cute meal out with the Accounts team turned into a bit of a session. It was a rollicking good time but I spent all of today paying for it. Anytime I stood up my stomach contents threatened to jump out my mouth so I spent the day in bed, in the fetal position. Rebecca's grace was saint like, fetching me water and buttered toast on request. I still don't feel normal but hopefully tomorrow I'll be right as rain.

It goes without saying, for Lent I think I'll be giving up margaritas. 

Drag and Drop Everything

Went to sleep last night dreaming of my game plan for today, how I'd grind my to-do list under my heel. My ducks were in a row, all I had to do was make the magic happen. Instead, I'm hit with a nasty old curve ball from one of our departments, a classic one I should have seen from miles away... I had to back up all the photos off their iPads. A couple would have been pretty easy of course, but 50,000 of them was a little hard to fathom in the moment. That's a figure so great that the file copying process started to kick up a hissy fit, insisting I chunk it down into manageable pieces of a thousand photos at a time. Constantly tending to this becamey full time job for the day, the sticky tar of responsibility that dragged down all my other efforts. Even before bed right now I'm slowly watching a little progress bar full the screen so I can drag a set of files and do the whole thing over again.

Lock in and Pack Up

The paperwork wrangling continues, this time though there's a big ol' checklist to work against now. The team and I are chunking through it, while I independently finish up all of our sustainability reporting. It feels like there's a mountain to do still, but by this time tomorrow it's going to feel like it's all in hand. Everything is slowly winding down now and we're slowly packing things into storage crates now. Little by little, every trace of us will be scrubbed from our hired production office. But if you squint, you'll see our finger prints and our shadows lingering in the doorways.

Pancake Day 2026

Today marks a first for me, a work anniversary! It's almost unheard of to stick around on a film and TV job for an entire year but I've been blessed with a long haul job with a good gang of people so I feel incredibly lucky. It also happened to be pancake day at work (again) so we set up a little pancake station with fruits, syrups, lemon, sugar - you name it, we had it. As a bonus, I made some crepes for Rebecca and myself this evening which came out amazingly well. I am beyond stuffed now though, I'd be turning into a pancake if I had one more bite...

Wrapping Yarn

Got up at a sociable time and got to work at a comparatively normal time. We have entered the wrap phase now so things are looking nice and chill for the next week or so. All I did was catch up on paperwork from last week and input a lot of data to the courier log. That was broken up occasionally by people coming up and saying goodbye to us, lots of crew are peeling away now and pretty soon we'll be the last few standing - the alphas and the omegas. 

Tonight I just wanted to wrap up my crochet project, just a few more odd techniques to get my head around before I could call it a day. I took my time though and nailed everything out the gate, finishing it off with time to spare! I made a drawstring pouch - I can't believe how well it turned out. I just keep looking at it, still processing how it was just wool on a string this time yesterday.

 

In the Market for Wool

Had the sleep my body needed and followed it up with a hearty bowl of porridge - I was truly prepped for anything today... Except for the wool shop I found on East Street this morning that totally blew me away. I'm still trying to get a handle on the technique for my next project (12 failed attempts so far, but every failure a lesson), I have the colour vision for it though so I was in the market for yarn. Google Maps didn't point this new shop out to me though so finding it was a real treat, I ended up spending way to long obsessing over what colour wool to get but I left confident in my choice.

This afternoon Rebecca and I stepped into our war room to do some serious holiday planning. We arranged travel insurance, booked ferries, visas, accomodation and even seats to a hockey game. Lotta work for a Sunday, but it's all to ensure we have the best holiday possible. 

Taking a break from that prep I returned to my crochet project and at long last, it all clicked. I ended up going for nearly two hours on a new roll. Probably quietly scared I'll forget the technique if I stop, but it's more than half finished now! 

Happy Valentine's 2026

A slightly horse voice was the only evidence of last night's shenanigans, got away scot free without any hangovers or enduring nastiness. That meant more time for video games and continuing my crochet project which I'm eternally finding myself restarting. Rebecca and I never really do much for Valentine's Day, but we did end up finishing a coop game called Split Fiction together which really put or communication and teamwork skills to the test.