Ahhhh the obsessive compulsive in me, I must embrace it or go completely mad.
Ahhhh the obsessive compulsive in me, I must embrace it or go completely mad.
Missed Pel council, enjoyed Laurel council (I had a great field trip buddy!) and then the slow breakdown of camp. Home and unpacked by 7:00. Whew.
And as always, I feel frazzled getting ready for Crown. I really tried to plan in advance all the bits I wanted to get done. But alas, I'm left with too much to do tonight. We'll see what gets cut.
Weight loss, down 10 lbs since joining WW, down 15 overall! Yeah me. In a size 10 pants, haven't seen that since at least college days if not high school. The only down side is apparently as you lose weight the amount of exercise one must do to achieve an activity point increases! And you lose eating points too. Argh. I've adjusted the eating points but the increased time on the elipical is brutal.
I've finally (I hope) found a new studio and will be back to dancing at least once a week. I really perfer this particular style of teaching, and the studio/class is new so there hasn't been time for the clicks to form. That's always the worst part, competing with the established dancers. Why I don't kown, we're all there to learn. So, will go back next week and plunck down the bucks for a multi-class discount. Save money and motivation to go!
On the sewing front, I'm almost finished with the Persians I started before 12th Night. Sorta pluggin along with no set time table. But I want to start something else, so I need to finish this project. Hopefully on Saturday I'll rap it up and then I can go "shopping" in my fabric stash for the next adventure. I do need to fit a new gambeson for J in there somewhere as well as new storage bags for the firepit and large pavilion. Preferably before March Crown.
On the philosophical front, I'm back to the old "continue to support a group that everyone else has bailed on" issue. It is an emotionally draining, ongoing, becoming boring debate. Blah.
Sunday packed, ate breakfast (have to remember that cafe is not very good!) and drove home.
Alas no new clothes for 12th Night. I was smoking something when I cut out my latest Persian coat. I had cotehardies on the brain, the fall back outfit if I didn't get done, and recut my Persian coat to be very close fitted. So now I have a new costume, as opposed to clothing. Bah, humbug. And lined in silk no less. Whatever. I'll finish and wear it later. Just can't bring myself to wear it to 12th Night especially if I attend the Artisans display. Too bad, 'cause J's new Persian coat is by default on hold too. At least he has a sense of humor about it, (he really doesn't care truth be told) and said something along the lines of wearing something "old" that we've only been seen in once. Egads! Say it isn't so.
I bid adieu to 2007. Certainly not bad, we are both healthy (mostly), employed and still happy together. J's broken ankle was an adventure I don't care to repeat. Even though I know life is always changing, it's hard to watch somethings evolve in a way I wasn't expecting. So we adjust, regroup and move on. I look forward to a year of new friends, new adventures and new challenges.
Got my pre-made black cotton hoop the other day. Tried it on with the skirt. I knew the skirt would be too long, since the hoop I mangled was significantly larger. But, yeah! It looked great. I need to take up the skirt, add the already done sleeves to the finished bodice and I'm DONE. Even made the bias button loops.
This project has reminded me once again how much I hate mundane patterns. They are poorly written, badly laid out and overall way harder then they have to be. There were several stupid things the instructions told me to do that I reworked and saved time and materials. Who writes/plans these things anyway?
Dickens on Sunday, will get pictures!
Once again, I'm struck by how poorly modern patterns are fashioned and written. There were several problems with the hoop skirt. In trying to save some money (the silk was expensive), I decided to use up some linen for the hoop skirt. It was a heavier weight, which is good since it needs to support the bones and the outter skirt, but a looser weave, not good 'cause it pulled and stretched as I was sewing the channels for the bones. Then I tried a new product for the boning. Someone suggested caning, which would save on cost, and more importantly, weight of the skirt. However, the caning in question was wound upon itself, had decided it was going to keep that shape no matter what, and refused to bend any other way without snapping. Having finally forced the last of the caning into the channels, I tried it on. If it hadn't been 11:00 at night, two days before the deadline, I might have laughed. The caning decided to twist itself into various contortions of figure 8s. Much like trying to coil an old garden hose that won't lay flat. OK. Let's add the over skirt in hopes it will tame the wild caning mess. Now it's so big, I can't even get through the door of my sewing room. And it's now taken on the shape of a Maire Antoinette hoop skirt, but collapsed in front. I take one look in the mirror and the cursing starts. Poor J, he puts up with so much when I'm sewing.
So, I'm buying a pre-made hoop skirt. Done. Finished. Whatever. Sigh. Well, I guess I'll get it all done for the second weekend we go to Dickens. Which is probably OK, since we're going with folks in costume that weekend, and not this weekend. So mundanes it is for Saturday.
1. Tell you why I friended you.
2. Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a colour, a photo, etc.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
7. In return, you must post this in your LJ.
1) It's fall, my favorite season
2) I'm losing weight, and I feel good about it
3) I've seemed to hit a groovy that's working for me; exercise, cooking, housework, and down time, now I just need to add back in project time
4) The Dicken's dress is slowly moving forward, see #3
5) I've reached a point with my feelings about recent events that let's me move on
6) I'm OK with #5!
7) The Bears won a game!
|You Are a Witch (or Warlock)|
You somehow always end up getting what you want - without anyone knowing you're working behind the scenes.
Crafty and cunning, you can work your way out of any jam.
And it's easy for you to get people to do what you want, whether you're working for good or evil.
Your greatest power: Mind control
Your greatest weakness: Making people your puppets
You play well with: Ghosts
I also set my students on a quest, about which I'm very excited. I gave them an idea with some suggestions and told them to run with it. They immediately began taking and the ideas they already have are a great starting place. I'm so impressed! Can't wait to see how it all turns out.
No shit, there I was.......
Since I'm gone on Thursday (play tickets w/o J) and leaving from work on Friday for Crown (no J he is primary on-call for work) we decided to have a date night last night. Headed out for a nice dinner, casual stroll back to the car window shopping, drive home talking about stuff, then decided to get into the hottub for a nice soak before, well, bed! (oh and then some sleep) The wind is blowing, fall is in the air, the hottub is toasty, all is good in the world. Once our skin is pruny with wrinkles, we decide it time to dash back inside. Only to find the slider door has latched itself shut. Locked. No entry.
OK, so dripping wet, chilly wind, all other outside doors locked. I can either hike down the hill and get the key from Kathy (one of these days I'll learn how to put in the LJ links) or call up The Chef (means knocking on the neighboors door in a dripping wet swimsuit and using their phone) and have her drive over with her key. Walking down the hill in a swimsuit, wrapped in a wet towel with no shoes does not excite me. J thinks if he can find a long stick he can wedge it between the sliders and jimmy the latch. So he gets a rake out of the shed, we pry the door off it's track (can't get the whole thing off because it's locked at one end) and jam the rake into the opening. May attempts and profanity spewing fits later, success!
We are both freezing at this point, I've got a splinter in my toe from my unlit walk around the house looking for an open door, and it starts to rain. At least we got inside before the storm hit!