Oopsie, I promised to go to a baby shower at work on the same day as the meetup… I can probably swing both; it’s mostly a matter of complicated bus-and—husband coordination plus figuring out when and where I will change. Maybe at the restaurant, but I don’t really want to explain to my coworkers WHY I am ducking out early. See, the shower starts at 5:30, and if I leave at 6:30 I will still be an hour late to the meetup (fun with busses). BUT I don’t want to walk into the meetup THEN change.
Maybe I can partly change after work, minus the obviously steampunk elements? I AM planning a much more casual steampunk outfit, so I could put on the sweater and pants and jewelry and even the jacket, minus the vest and belts and such (and aviator hat and goggles…) and just look like I was dressing fancy for the party. The whole outfit is brown, though…
Well, they may not notice and if they do they won’t be super offended (I hope).
I can make a baby shower present in under an hour, I just have to not put this one off any more, no more time!
I have a lot of jersey material right now and so I got out the old pale sage that once was going to be a dress and cut out a skirt. I pieced the front; now I need to sew the side seams. I am seriously considering doing the Alabama Chanin layered thing with the sage as the underlayer and various pieces of blue, green, and turquoise as the outer. What’s to lose? The stuff just sits around until I cut into it. Sometimes I get a little fearful about waste, but the truth is that for every hundred projects I start, I discard probably 5 or 6. The rest are disassemble-able or get finished. That’s one reason I don’t start projects as easily – I hate to waste materials and I don’t have room to store a lot of unfinished pieces.
2 of my three windowsill pots are up. The thyme is not growing much and the parsley not at all but the arugula is growing happily and quickly, and I see why it’s also called rocket!
the sheets they had were just too expensive, and not that nice-looking. Since I was there with a gift certificate and all, I bought a bunch of everyday things for the kitchen that we’ve been needing – a silverware holder for the drain rack, a scrub brush, another snack taxi, etc. I also bought myself an apron. It’s beautiful and fair-trade. I’ve been needing an apron forever, and I keep on not buying one because I could make my own, but then I never seem to make one, so I decided just to pay someone else and be done with it.
by ongoing illness – we planned to go to a family clothing swap yesterday but were not up for it. If it were just a matter of being well enough to go, we could have, but we’ve been under the weather for a while, so we have big piles of laundry, and we were out of food, and various parts of the house badly needed cleaning. We just weren’t well enough to both catch up on the last week and a half of doing only the absolute minimum AND go all the way out to Gresham.
I have completed Scooby-Doo himself; he looks a bit more like a wolf than a Great Dane but it’s a peg doll and I’m not much for soft sculpture. The four humans have their outfits constructed and attached – I am particularly taken with Velma’s little pleated skirt. Their heads are still totally plain; I think paint is the answer but I have no yellow to make shades of hair colors. Well, tomorrow is Scrap-shopping day.
The second of Elizabeth Peters’s books starring Jaqueline Kirby, and it shows, a bit, the character is a little underdeveloped and the plot is more than usually hard to follow. Too many characters without sufficient differentiation, coupled with each character dressing up as a not-corresponding historical figure from the life of RIchard III. Would have benefitted from a neat list in the front of Dramatis Personae with a brief description, and maybe a little chart drawing lines from the historic figures to the story characters.
It would also (unusually) have benefitted from being longer. At 230 pages it is very short compared to modern lengths (it’s from 1974) and the plot feels overly compressed, with no time for character development.
I appear to be reading the (sadly only 4) books in reverse order, though the quality has decreased so I’m not sure I’ll bother tracking down The Seventh Sinner. My time might be better spent getting caught up on the more recent Amelia Peabody clan books. There are a grand total of 19 and there are at least 3 or 4 I have not read at all. She started in 1976 and is still writing them.
Interesting read. Tricky, and if you haven’t done a lot of academic reading, hard to notice the leaps and assumptions he makes and then later sort of proves. It’s a little hard to describe what his point is, either, though the concept sounds good – using our hands corresponds to using our brains, and so-called knowledge work is increasingly detached from actual knowledge. Need to digest it a bit more before I’m sure how I feel about it. His language tends to obfuscate rather than clarify – too much time in his former life of political philosophy, not enough time in his current incarnation as motocycle mechanic? I found myself agreeing with a lot and then sliding into moments of disagreeing without being able to trace why or how I got there.
I have these little wooden pegs which I have now glued heads onto. There are five. There are five characters in Scooby-Doo. I have a plan!
My husband was a little offended that I objected to his “Four Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Splinter” plan but my sister wouldn’t much dig TMNT. She likes Scooby-Doo, though.
The ONLY thing I really miss is not minding when it’s messy. In the old days I could dig through the dirty laundry and then rush off to work and not think a thing about the heap I left behind. Right now there’s bedding everywhere waiting to be washed and it’s making me crazy. I wish I could just ignore it like I used to.
I plan to attend a meetup next week, if not there’s another one in a few weeks. I don’t want to wear the same outfit as last time so I am putting together a more casual steampunk outfit. It’s pretty much brown from head to toe – brown pants, long-sleeved shirt, sweater, and jacket, a belt with pouches, and some pretty sparkly jewelry. I’ll wear my aviator hat again, with the new goggles, and move my feather pin to the jacket lapel.
Hm, that sounds kind of boring. Clearly I need some jewel-toned clothes. Ooh, I just got a new-to-me red ruffle skirt, I could layer that in to add some color.
I’ve been sick, so I’ve done no PT at all, but I need to get back on the wagon. In order to take dance class I have to “graduate” from a certain exercise and do a different one, but I am far from ready. It’s very hard, and it took me a long time to move up from five sets to 10. In order to graduate I need to hit 15. So, hard work ahead!
We are in the process of washing ALL the bedding, which takes forever but needs doing.
So aside from laundering, the big thing is we badly need new sheets. We are down to two fitted sheets, one of which is going to wear through any minute, and there are not enough pillow cases to go around. I have a gift certificate to a local home store, so that is where I am going to start.
Sometime this month I will also take up everything next to the bed and give that a good clean as well.
I got a winter coat! I have needed one forever, been making do for a very long time, and I certainly wasn’t even looking for one, so what luck!
I also got bits of jewelry and a belt, cozy shirts and sweaters, ruffled skirts and a couple of breezy summer things. At a swap you get what you get but it helps me to have a general idea of what I want/need (i.e. no more jeans- I have plenty, but I could use some work shirts). I got every single thing on my wish list! It was a great swap.
Next up in the “Mystic and Rider” series. It continues interesting though not truly outstanding.
It’s all the rules about actually applyign for a license, like tests and fees and proof of ID.
That was the main question – Oregon varies on whether you need a road test depending upon which state your previous license was from. Apparently New York si sufficiently stringent that I only need to take a written test to prove I know the Oregon rules/laws, pay them some money, and prove that it’s really my license and I really live in Oregon.
I got absolutely everything done on Saturday – errands, chores, time with husband, cooked good, healthy food, craft projects, got outside, watched TV – EVERYTHING. So what to do on Sunday? I did an entire new craft project, start to finish, including a stroll in the sunshine to pick up components, did some deep cleaning, watched TV, got outside, listened to music, and made another lovely dinner. About the time dinner was down to 10 minutes left to cook, I decided I was pretty bored, AND THAT THIS WAS A GOOD THING. I was not leaving the weekend feeling like I would scramble all week to finish the “free time” stuff I wanted to get done. INstead I am finished and ready for a new week.
is the next one. I gave one up for family plans, and I am inappropriately resentful as other people gave up their plans as well, but that’s how it is. So I am focusing on the next one, which is very soon.