Today amounted to an ant hill that was kicked over by a snot nosed kid repeating why on a never-ending loop. Okay, it was not that bad at all. But I felt pretty agitated, sick, and my back hurts. I’m not sure what the deal is, but the deal is annoying the piss ants. Apparently I drank spoiled milk, ironic cause I don’t really drink milk….maybe three times a year. Why the hell am I telling you this? Aside for applying for some job it really is the best I got for today.
I went through my grandmothers sewing cabinet, and it’s obvious that the family, namely me, has rummaged through it during the time since she passed. I found some stuff that might be useful, and 10 shades of gold thread that should be perfect. My grandmother had traced a bunch of animals for some kids to do god knows what. There was something magical about seeing her graphite on her tracing paper. And how there were a few that looked pretty shitty. But, others where her form had just improved so much. I liked it. I also found what I believe is an eye liner pencil but since it was in there I decided to use it as some special tool of the trade and traced, A PIECE, of the pattern. Then I cut one end of said piece….. In a very pretty line, now I made it to the notches that play an important role of which I cannot remember to making the garment fit. At that thought I decided that my scissors were not sharp enough, and called it a day. It’s as good of an excuse as any!!!
98? yea, I got that shit out of the car.
97? buy scissors. Use them. For realz yo!
*I do know other adjective besides curse words. I chose to use them bc that is my colloquial thought process for the day. Also, gotta save fuck for when really bad shit happens! *hearts
Okay. Got a truck load of sewing stuff now. Who knows if I have anything thing that I will actually need, But I am much more equipped. Gonna continue to revamp my room into an seamstress spectacular studio. Before I went to visit the ole fam…. Who I am pretty sure is gonna have issues with the final product, I got the pattern laid out and pinned to some very pretty material that I already had. There are some additional measurements that I need to take, so I will know what length of boning to buy. That is the goal for tomorrow. O, and I got a phone call that today too. I may have the material I need to build the frame which I am very excited about. It will either be a brilliant idea, or a huge disaster…. Hoping for brilliant. I’m tired, been a long weekend, but its good to know that things are in motion.
#98 Borrow stuff from trusting old ladies. CHECK! hehe
#97 Begin cutting. Order Steel boning and other junk. O yea, bring in the stuff from the car.
First and foremost, I got my anxiety meds refilled today. So I’m feeling more confident in my ability to do smaller tasks. Today I cleaned out my drawers, condensed many thing and reorganized my night stand area in a convient, motivating, and maybe inspirational way.
Then I actually opened the pattern despite the fact I knew there was a labyrinth of confusing terms and lines. And, I read. Then I got a highlighter and read again. I took my measurements which are so tiny, I don’t know why I’m not a model. Just kidding, they will not be revealed hear…. Or any where! I made a go to sheet in my sketch book, with questions like what is an awl? Those dreaded boobs waist butt measurements. A list of thing I’ll need and quality. And, I know this is boring, but it really makes me feel good. The pic in the previous/next post is of the two sheets of pattern all the highlighted bits, and my night stand filled with books and shit that makes me happy. Though I’m unsure how I feel about pining these things through my painting…. But, I really wanted to put straight pins in my mouth and feel like a real seamstress. And, I did.
101 crapness of avoidance. CHECK!
100 Play, clean. Yep!!! I did that. So checkidy check!
99 learn more words. Wrangle mom into helping me understand what the pattern means, and explain bias for the umpteenth time. Find scrap material to use the first go round, cause we all know it will be ……interesting.
98 Get sewing machine and start recruiting other stuff I need from those who sew. Also, I bet my elderly next door neighbor could be of some help down the line. She was talking of how she sews today. :)
I know this is a bit long and not as funny as normal, but I have no doubt that I will be crazy with my daily obstacles.
Today, that indecently is today, rocked. I received my pattern. Didn’t I just order that like two days ago? I got the teeny tiny twin mattress moved into my floor. Now I will sleep like I am in 19 again. ‘Cept probably not. My queen size in in the living room making it one big bouncing fest in there. I am very excited. Still a good bit to do to get my Clutter to a decluttered state. I will post a pic in just a few.
#102 Not so bad.
#101 Keep on keeping on cleaning the cobwebs for the corners. And play with the pattern…. maybe find some material to practice with.
I have stuffed my closet to the brim. That is the extent of what I accomplished today. Besides proving to my self yet again that I lack the knowledge to understand simple technology. I WANT my computer in order, and I do know that I am saddly behind the times when it comes to my camera and computer system. STILL NO SOUND AND I AM PREOCCUPIED BY THAT. Uh Hum… Anyhow, I will quote some photographer whose names escapes my leaky mind. “The best camera to shoot with is the one you have on you.” I agree. So I would like to get all I can out of my computer. And, despite my quote I want a new camera. Badly. My room is destroyed, but my closet is not. And, unfortunatly for me that is just my style of cleaning. I want to get my bed broken down tomorrow and hopefully the new I’m-not-getting-any-mattress in the house. That is my entire goal for tomorrow. aside from the other shit that is mandatory for me to do.
Not accomplishing much today. I’ve decides to downsize my bed to a twin. So I can make room for the sewing machine. I got the house pretty much cleaned up, my room… Is a pigsty hell hole of papers and clothes. And, random things I hold on to. Those from the hoarders show would link it to my poor memory. And so it is. Basically, we are going to rearrange the whole house to create a work space for me. I also may be moving my computer in there for more privacy. Seeing how I hate to clean, and even more so hate to sift through the piles of shit that I never plan on taking care of. Ok, That’s not completely true. I plan on putting them off til they fall of the edge of my mind.
103 Clean Room…… Unchecked. :(
And left for tomorrow (and that is actually today.)