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What I did.

In which there are two lists. And pictures. And a lot of colons. I love using colons.

These are the things I DID NOT do over the weekend:

Get laid, get wasted, have an epiphany, knit, buy a bike, eat Mexican food, do yoga.

These are the things I DID do over the weekend:

Friday, I went to a thing out near the airport, and heard some music:

Music

Saturday, I made this purple wrap:

The Wrap 2

It was based on a thing I saw on Etsy, and I made it without a pattern ’cause I’m clever like that. It took a looooong time because I would pin it together, put it on, look at it, take it off, cut it, pin it together, put it back on, and look at it over and over.

I made and ate this delicious Indian food:

Sambar

Sambar, for the record? Is freakin’ nommability squared.

Sunday: I napped, watched three episodes of Mad Men on DVD, and packed a bento. (Seriously. That’s all I did in a whole entire day. You may confer upon me now the Laziest Girl Evar! award, because I totally done did earned it!)

It's Friday!

In which it’s another entry full of random crap!

Friday means free lunch and two hours out of the queue for the weekly company meeting. It means an hour-long afternoon nap at Teh BF’s during our lunch breaks after the meeting.

It also means I get to sleep in tomorrow!

And after I do, I’ll be sewing. All day long. Swear to God. I am. Totally. Sewing. I got plans for some fabric!

Speaking of clothing, here’s my new Etsy dress:

New Etsy Dress

I can’t decide if it’s awesome or hideous. Either way I’m gonna wear the hell out of it.

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The Curse™ arrived today.

It sucks to be me.

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This town has a really high percentage of geriatric citizens and I think it’s affecting me. I spend too much time idly wondering when and how I’m going to die. This can’t be normal.

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Finished the Friday meeting, clocked out, and went to Teh BF’s where we both promptly crawled into his bed and passed out for 45 minutes. I love Friday naps!

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Now I’m back at work, and naturally my first post-nap call is a crazy bitch that Qwest dropped on me who reads me all kinds of non-relevant shit off her screen, has fucking Vista on her computer, and won’t stop talking long enough for me to tell her what to do.

When I told her to reboot her computer, she didn’t, and then lied to me that she had. She also had an IP hard coded, and lied to me about that as well.

…of course, I’m such a brilliant social engineer that I have not only gotten her DSL modem reconfigured, connected, and authenticated in spite of herself, I’ve also got her apologizing to me for being such a non-listenin’ idiot.

Lesson: when you call tech support, shut up and listen. If they want to know something, they’ll ASK YOU.

Did I mention The Curse™ arrived today?

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My second call is a drunk-sounding old lady (I say “drunk-sounding” because who knows, maybe she had a stroke or something) who doesn’t have menus visible in her mail client and will not let me tell her how to restore them. This means that we cannot get into her account settings to see if they’re fucked up.

So I’m telling her it’s broken and sending her to a shop. Because seriously, how the hell am I supposed to fix something when my customer can’t get into the damn application’s settings?

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Mmm. York peppermint patties.

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I still have three and a half hours left of my workweek. It sounds like an eternity.

Random Crap. (With pictures!)

In which I still need a vacation, but haven’t scheduled one yet. (Teh BF says he’s taking me to Wildhorse casino for his birthday next month, though, so that’ll be good.)

Since my content is so lame, I am including images. I love you too.

WEATHER
I am tired of this ten-degrees-below-average-for-this-time-of-year weather. The wind, overcast skies, and unnecessary chill are all getting on my nerves.

I want spring to get here already. Isn’t wonderfully mild weather the whole point of living here?

BENTO
Here’s my lunch. Innit adorable?

Bento #59: Quasi Middle Eastern

Making it this morning and then eating it this afternoon will doubtless prove to be the absolute highlights of the first ten hours of my day. Happy Monday.

WORK
My employer is advertising to hire another employee! I’m almost giddy with relief, actually. I had myself all convinced I was about to get laid off.

Silly brain.

THE DOG
My G’ma is feeding my dog entirely too much. AGAIN. The stuff she’s feeding Bindu not only keeps the dog on the verge of obesity, but it also gives her itchy butt, runny stools, and gas. (I realize that’s entirely TMI but food that does such things to a creature cannot be at all acceptable.)

I’ve tried being nice to G’ma, I’ve tried reason, I’ve tried being openly hostile, and I’ve tried simply keeping the dog away from the house as much as possible, all to no avail: there is no way to get the woman to stop overfeeding my dog each and every chance she gets.

Break Time

I have resolved to go buy appropriate dog foods this Sunday – boring old IAMS or Nutro kibbles (and, in a massive nod toward compromise, some canned food as well) that the dog is unlikely to gorge upon. I will bring these items home and put them in the pantry, and I will then proceed to throw the crap G’ma stocks right out into the garbage. The sheer wastefulness will, I hope, get her attention.

I’ve had this dog through scores of jobs, men, and miscarriages. Bindu is the love of my life and my baby. I will not let the length and quality of her little blue life be compromised because G’ma apparently feels compelled to spoil animals to death.

THE BELOVED NETBOOK
I watched the director’s cut of Blade Runner in bed last night. With earphones in and the Eee PC on my chest, it was a totally awesome movie-watching experience!

Size Comparison

I really love my tiny little laptoplette.

ANNOYING THINGS
* The grocery store two blocks from my house no longer accepts my debit card, so in order to shop there I have to take cash out of the ATM and pay $1.50 for the privilege. Fuck that.

* I remain unconvinced that I can crawl back to the bandleader and be civil enough to get my old gig back. I’m just too wrapped up in my ego’s utter rage at being fired for no reason (I’ve never been fired from a band in my life, and particularly not when I did everything I was supposed to do). I’m thinking of cutting my finger nails and taking my Breedlove to open mic come Wednesday.

I can’t play for shit, but they’ll let me on stage anyway because they know I can sing.

* My dog is still fat, and it’s not even my fault.

* I don’t have a bicycle and am, apparently, too stupid to get one bought.

THE NEW HOBBY
This evening, after spending some time with Teh BF, I hope to move forward on some of this:

Pattern drafting: complete

I really want to change my whole master plan and make the awesome dress out of the purple stuff (because it’s cotton instead of rayon), but I won’t. I will stick to the plan, because it will give me a chance to adjust the pattern with fabric that I don’t like as much. Then I can go out and buy moar cotton knit next weekend! Yay!

THE OLD HOBBY
I haven’t knit anything in months.

Apparently I’m as incon(si)stant with my hobbies as I am with literally everything else.

Contemplating a new hobby… because I'm not ignoring enough hobbies yet.

In which I might start buying fabric and sewing it into clothing! Or… or not.

My clothes suck. They’re old, or weird and out of context, or cheesy because I bought them from Walmart. Add to this the fact that my body stopped being 25 fifteen years ago and is now oddly shaped, and the whole clothing thing is practically a crisis.

While I do know how to sew, I never really enjoyed it and I haven’t done very much of it. I used to prefer store-bought clothes because handmade clothes struck me (when I was a a kid) as being dowdy and poor-looking, and I’ve always been secretly stuck-up in my own dirty, messy way.

Recently, though, I realized that my favorite items of clothing are not just dresses: they’re unique, one-of-a-kind handmade dresses. All of them.

scissorsThe last thing I made was a bridesmaid’s dress for a marriage that is already defunct. It–the dress, not the marriage–was an eggplant purple six-panel floor length gown with spaghetti straps and diaphanous off-the-shoulder butterfly sleeves.

I snipped the sleeves off and I still wear the dress sometimes, under a t-shirt, as a skirt. The bride’s mother had promised to do all the hems and didn’t have time to finish before the ceremony, so my hem was tacked up with iron-on facing on the floor in the chapel and I barely had it back on my body before I had to find my place for the processional. The polyester lining in the bodice was once tacked down by hand but has since broken loose and floats around in there with my girls and is generally very plastic and very irritating. I should throw the damned thing out, but it’s EGGPLANT PURPLE and FLOOR LENGTH and has a REALLY KILLER SPIN and I MADE IT. I think I once intended to fix the hem and chop off the bodice and turn it into a proper skirt, but that’s never happened.

Anyway! Last week I spent four entire hours surfing for handmade clothing on Etsy (where I bought a dress, a hoodie, and two demi hoodies) and as I looked through hundreds of hand-made knit items of clothing I kept thinking, “Well, that’s super cute! But pretty expensive. But cute! Hmm. It totally wouldn’t be that hard to make… if a person owned a serger. Which I don’t. But I do know how to make a French seam…”

Since then I’ve been thinking about designing myself some custom clothes. I’d have to buy fabric and set up the machine aunt Sue left at the house last fall when she upgraded her own machine, and cut things out and pin them together and actually sew them up… but I could probably manage to do that, for a cute dress or top or pair of leggings or three.

I’ve discovered that cheap sergers can be had online for about $150. Seriously, I almost bought one last week – even though I haven’t sewn a single stitch in at least a decade – but I decided I’d have to actually produce and wear several items the hard way before buying myself a piece of equipment.

Most of my ideas involve knits. I’m a knitter, and knit is really comfortable to wear and live in. (Am I the only one who’s noticed that the 40-somethings are the ones wearing all the ugly knit track and lounge clothes? It must have something to do with the way your body feels when you’re this age – you suddenly can’t stand things that bind, so you buy what’s comfortable… and sadly what’s comfortable is fugly knit separates from Walmart. I definitely like to be comfortable, it’s just that I don’t want to be caught dead in a fucking knit pantsuit.)

I really adore a lot of the stuff I’ve seen here, here, and here and I have a lot of ideas for clothes along similar lines. (Actually, if I were being honest I wouldn’t call them ‘ideas’ so much as the ‘blatant theft of designs I’ve seen on Etsy.’) Several of the items I’d like to add to my wardrobe are just too expensive to buy (like this $400 dress and wrap combo I’m totally lusting over – OMG I would wear the holy living shit out of that little number). I understand the pricing completely – when you factor in your labor and your materials and your design time, that’s just how much it costs to produce a handmade item – but I’m just not spending two hundred bucks on a knit dress no matter how incredibly adorable it is.

With both avarice and poverty spurring me on, it occurs to me that I could easily take my favorite knit shirt, draw a pattern from it, add a 4-panel floor length skirt and a loose cowl, and turn it into a reasonable facsimile of the dress I’m in love with. And if that works out, I could probably come up with some kind of cute wrap for texture and pockets and to slightly disguise my pudge. And from there it shouldn’t be too hard to make a couple of pairs of pants and a few tops and some fun layering items.

I could do it for far less than I could buy it for on Etsy and I’ll never find a similar item in a store, not ever. And, most importantly, it would keep me from buying any more awful knitwear from fucking Walmart because I have no clothes that aren’t old, weird and out of context, or cheesy.

Meanwhile, I haven’t done any knitting in months and the only cooking I do is to fill my lunch box. So yeah, I could totally use a new hobby, yeah.