Friday, September 30, 2011
So today I started working on a tablet case using only measurements found on the cnet.com specs page. It's about a third done, since it shall be quite embellished, but I figure, even if it isn't a perfect fit, there's so many different tablets, all with dimensions a few millimetres different, that it will fit something. Yay positivity!
I had to go with a slightly darker grey than I wanted to because the local shops had a depressing lack of options. I considered doing the machine embroidery in white instead of black so it would show up more but then I thought - I'm not that good at freehand machine embroidery. Maybe it's better if you can't see it as clearly. I've done an okay job considering. And it didn't shrink it down too much, so it should still fit okay.
The other thing I did today was put a heap of little x and w on a calendar to work out what weekends I'm working for the next few months. Since it seems I'm not working the weekend of the 20th November, we'll be doing the Mini-Me market again - hopefully we'll do a bit better with it being just before Christmas.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
It makes me sad when I open the fridge and find out that we have no fritz. And then I think of all the poor people interstate and overseas who have never had fritz in their fridge, ever. They're missing out on the delicious, finely textured, slightly dubious processed meat of the gods. Fritz whups devon's arse.
I'm really not good at sizing cases for small electronic items. As they get bigger, a half centimetre of leeway is less of a concern, but for an 8cm wide phone, it makes a big difference. For instance - My phone fits perfectly, if it doesn't have the jelly case on it.
|I can't take a photo of it with the phone in it, because I'm using my phone to take the photo. It's a vicious cycle.|
I can't find the smaller bag magnets. This makes me sad too.
Magnets on little narrow flaps are about the hardest things to do in the whole wide world. Turning them right-way-out is like childbirth, but without the screaming and the blood. Well, sometimes there's that too, but they don't give you special drugs for it. And then you sew it on about 5mm too far down on the back, so it doesn't sit quite right.
|Or maybe the magnet just needs to be further from the edge?|
The bruise I got on my leg on monday when I was being a mountain goat really really hurts. When my leg jiggles as I walk it hurts. When I sit down and my jeans pull tight on it it hurts. I was favouring the other leg today. It's a freaking bruise, it shouldn't be causing me to limp. But it hurts.
I even took a photo of it, and unlike most photos of bruises it even looks really bad. But my thigh is a bit hairy.
Today Meagan and I went to look at engagement rings. For her, not me, obviously. We were kinda agreed on our favourite, but the lady that she knew at the jewellers was trying to talk her out of it, because it came from the other jewellers. But we agreed, it was our favourite. And that lady that she knew (Meagan was friends with her daughter in primary school) was kinda annoying.
I took Kelsey her birthday present, a mini backpack in another of the fabrics I made her quilt in, and completely forgot to take photos of it. Whoops.
Would it be easier or harder, do you think, to make a case using only the measurements of the device without a physical device itself? Would the numbers 175, 15, 272 make it easier or harder than having something to plop on my ruler for a size reference?
I need some gray fabric. Gray is not a prominent colour in my stash.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
I made you a present, it's only a prototype but it's still toats cute, and it kinda matches your quilt. Let me know when you're visitable and I'll drop it round so we can take some toats cute photos and show the blogging world :)
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Long car drives, sleeping (or lack thereof) in a swag, shooting a double barreled shotgun with full cartridges, jogging around a lake, climbing a mountain and getting attacked by a tree all add up. The laughing and the dancing and the alcohol were all contributing factors too.
So we went to the Tim Fisher Memorial Shoot in Patchewollock yesterday. Really really lovely day, but the big spring rains aren't due to hit till the day after next, so alas, there weren't many flowers to be woven into crowns. Instead I sat and chatted and ate honey crackles and chicken twisties, and after the actual shoot was finished, they asked Me, Case and a couple of the other girls if we'd like a go. Since I'm quite disappointed that I continue to not be an action hero, I was a bit stoked. I shot one clay which I was quite proud of, and apparently with smaller cartridges I'd be a lot better because there wont be so much kick. Casey got five (we had about a dozen goes) but she's got the bulk to handle the big cartridges. We both have slightly munted right arms today, and oddly, I find the back of my shoulder hurts more than the front. Casey wants to join the local gun club right away, but I've noticed that ebay doesn't sell guns, and that could hold me back a bit. I've never seen any at the Salvos either.
Seriously though, it was much fun, and any sport that involves a gentle stroll back and forth is one I could get to like. Also, you get to shoot things. And they all have these jackets with a quilted shoulder where the gun goes, and I really like the idea of quilting my own.
We went to the Patchy pub on the way home, got takeaway and some takeaway alcohol and went back to Jan and Dal's. One of the neighbours, his brother and his brother's girlfriend from England came over to visit, and Case and I had a ball weirding them out with our singing and dancing antics. Then it was sleepytimes, or at least, sleeptyimes for everyone but me, for whom it was lay around and listen to everyone snoring really really loudly times. At one point, the three of them synchronised so one of them was crescendoing at all times - I was quite impressed.
When I woke up this morning I asked the girls how the hell they had slept through Brad's snoring. Brad claimed he wasn't snoring, and before I'd had a chance to tell him that he most definitely was, he said "that's not snoring, that's a mating call"
Um, no thanks.
Saturday night one of the girls at the Rainbow pub mentioned that she'd been geocaching that afternoon. It's a thing where people hide things and post the coordinates on the internet so people with GPSs can go find them, and leave behind something of their own. I'd heard of it but figured there wouldn't really be much in the middle of nowhere places we go to, but Casey and Jess got really excited about the idea - they even got cross that I had, quote, "kept it a secret from them." Turns out there's millions of the things, everywhere, including one just 500m from my house. Usually it's little tupperware containers with little trinkets and a notebook in them so you can write in that you found it, what you took and what you left.
To make up for it I downloaded the $9.39 geocaching app for my phone and we went looking. We went to Lake Abacutya, which is mostly dried up - we drove across it and found, in the middle, a small hollow, maybe 30m in diametre, full of water, so I jogged around it. When I tell people tomorrow that I jogged around the lake they will assume I mean all 8km of the Blue Lake, and be very impressed. We got back in the car and kept driving, coming up the boat ramp on the other side. We went to the site of Peppers Point School and didn't find anything, gave up and went to Lake Hindmarsh (which is very, very full) and found one! I left behind one of Helen's crochered oreos, so it's out in the world now.
We went to the Arapiles, some big-arse rock mountains near Horsham. One of the problems with geocaching is that it just gives you a location, and while the app is nice enough to show it on a map, it doesn't tell you the route. We started at the campsite, walked/climbed 500 of the 700m before we ran out of track, came to a sheer cliff face, I got attacked by a tree, my phone reached 5% battery and we decided to go back down, only to find, upon leaving the national park, that there was a road to the summit on the other side. We drove to the top, climbed the last 50m to the hiding spot and found our cache. I left behind a little torch and took a US 1c coin.
We stopped at three more that were on the side of the road on the way home. The app tells you the nearest ones and location can be down to the metre in some cases. I highly recommend it for anyone looking to waste an afternoon with some friends.
We will be tomorrow. We're going to cheap as chips first to stock up on some party favours to leave behind.
And I'm gunna take the quilt. It's been washed, so I'll be looking for a nice photogenic spot to make it look especially pretty.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
I have been up since 7.30
I am quite tired and it's barely 1am.
So I'm on holidays at the moment. This weekend we are in the Mallee, I'm not sure where exactly but somewhere about Rainbow/Jepparit/Hopeton. We are staying with Jan and Dal, and I cant find an unoccupied powerpoint for the life of me, or more specifically, for the life of my laptop. So it's running out it's 20% power while asleep and charging this phone, which fortunatelly I can blog from.
I had to get up early this morning for a waxing appointment :/ but it certainly wakes you up. Since I was up and going, I got the quilt trimmed and bound by 1pm, but by then Casey was home from work and we were off. I'm a bit bummed that it's still unwashed, because I had decided that a half cycle wash (rinse and spin) would make my rushed quilting and binding look half decent. But it's still purtty.
Tomorrow we are off to a shoot, where, weather permitting, I'll probably unleash my inner flower child and wander off into one of the back fields and making daisy chains. Bit ironic really, what with all the guns and all, but that's how I roll.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
I've never been on a plan before. I'd always bought my phone outright and chucked my same worn-out prepaid SIM in there. But since I've recently had to change from buying $30 credits to $40 ones, I figured maybe I was better looking at a plan. I was a bit worried all the phones would either be crap or extra, and at the Telstra shop they were. The top of the line Samsung Galaxy S2 was only available on the $79 a month plan, and you had to pay $20 on top of that for the handset. I wasn't even looking for the top of the line. I was looking for the upper middle of the line, the ones that cost about $400 outright, not the ones that cost $800 outright.
And then I went to the Optus shop, and they had it on the $49 cap plan, with no handset charge. So I got it.
It's got a massive 4.3 inch screen, but it's scary skinny and light. I bought the biggest case I could find to bulk it up a little. I think I feel the same way about it that some people think about me: "oh no, be careful, there's nothing of it, you might break it..."
I can facebook and blog from it and it's got an 8mp camera.
|Unlike all my other pictures, I haven't shrunk this down. I took the photo, the phone put it in my Picassa album, I uploaded it to the blog. Take a closer look if you wanna see how shoddy my quilting is)|
I'm involved in two intense scrabble battles (I just played archive for 48 points) have put about a quarter of my music collection and half a season of Buffy on it, and apparently, you can make and receive calls with it.
Friday, September 23, 2011
One week, a quilt top and three quarters of a quilt back later, I discover it should have been 1.3 metres.
In slightly better news, I am officially on holidays for two weeks.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
However, while I was doing this I noticed a new language you can use. English (pirate). So now I'm Cap'n Sara, instead of liking something I "Aye" it and instead of commenting, I "weigh in"
And instead of the usual (so and so) likes this, people "be eyein' this with pleasure" or "find this pleasin' to the eye."
A status is a "Cap'n's Log" and one is no longer in a relationship, one "sails steady."
I no longer have Events, I now have "Grog fests" (okay, so that's not really a change) and I no longer post what's on my mind, I talk about "What be troublin' me..."
It really is making me happy in the pants. The happy in the pants feeling outweighs the annoyance of the new layout. So if you're annoyed by the new layout, and want to feel happy in the pants, here's what you do.
On the little down arrow where it says Home next to your name, pick "account settings". Click the edit button next to language and pick English (pirate). Save your changes, and yar scurvey self shall be aprreciat'in this.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Now obviously, I have no real need for virtual girls dancing on my desktop* and I don't live in Adelaide (though sometimes I feel like messaging them to tell them to go to The Woolshed) and although Tasmania is apparently about to legalise gay marriage, I neither want or need a Russian bride. What I both want and need though was the dress that one of them was wearing in one of the ads.
"Soulful" (their word, not mine) Russian Lady, if I marry you, I get half of that dress right? Please?
Would it be wrong to just lead her on till she tells me where she got it from? I'm not sure on the morals of dealing with Russian mail order brides and their wardrobes.
On a similar note, for anyone who has seen the new season opener of Castle, I want the leather jacket that Martha is wearing at the hospital. Really really badly.
*when I was younger, I not only had a sheep that ran around, but a tiny 30pixel square movie player that ran next to the clock. You would make your own movies in gif format and then play them in the corner. I made a 15 minute tetris loop. I had lots of spare time. This was on Windows 95. I wonder if you can get one for 7?
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
So yeah, today I went and bought some more fabrics for the back of the Offset quilt. I'd already bought 1.2m of a green floral, and kept a 10x40cm piece of all the front fabrics, but I wanted some brighter fabrics too. And I had to get them now, because I didn't want to get home and find I had the urge, but not the materials to follow through.
The bottom green is the print I have lots of, and I got 20cm of each of the others (and a fat quarter of the yellow because they were out of yardage). The maroony print is the same as the green, the blue fabric with the little flowers* is on the other side too, and the peach with the flowers is from a totally different range but it goes quite nicely. The other green is what I've chosen (so far) for the binding - I may go with something brighter in the end.
Since the urge didn't strike tonight I've still got to work out what I even want to do with the back - I need to start by measuring the front but I can't find any of the 43 million tape measures I own.
Oh, just realised, math. 37.5 (block width), a2 + b2 = c2 (53.033), quilt is 3 point-set blocks long and 2.5 point-set blocks wide, quilt measures approx 159x132cm. Yay for math! It's easier than getting up and finding a tape measure...
Obviously, this is a really really horrible rendering, but maybe something like this.
It will not, thankfully, look anything like that drawing.
*I get really really bad deja vu every time I look at this fabric. I am so, so sure I have seen it, or something really really really similar before. It's driving me a little bonkers.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Then yesterday I was looking at it hanging in front of the curtain and I really didn't like it. It was too bland, to pastel, a bit wishy washy and I'd decided I didn't like the darker stripe anymore.
Today I'm looking at it and I love it. Can't wait till next week when I'm on holidays, my legs are working again, I can piece it a backing, quilt it really densely and bind it in a nice bright green. Chuck it in the wash so it goes all crinkly and maybe hibernate under it for a week. Love it.
Does this happen to other people? Do you fall in and out of love with something every 45minutes or so? Or am I just hideously indecisive?
Gosh, I hope this doesn't happen if/when I have kids.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Yesterday morning my parents went and got a couple of loads of firewood. Which means yesterday afternoon we had to unload a couple of loads of firewood. And since everyone else is scared of any height more than two foot above ground, I was the one on the back of the ute picking the bits up and passing them on. 45 solid minutes of lunging one way to pick up a log, and then lunging the other to pass it to Dad at the other end. And today, my thighs don't work. They just burn.
I had been thinking about doing some work on the Snack quilt. But that would involve walking, and sitting down, and bending over, and, worst of all, squatting. I don't have a design board, I have the lounge room floor. So quilting is out of the question.
To bed for a Bejewelled marathon it is then...
Saturday, September 17, 2011
This started Wednesday night; while I was waiting for Anna to finish work and come to the gym I sat in my car reading the new catalogues. Lincraft had some coordinated bundles of fat quarters for $13 so I went in Thursday and got one of them, and I mix and matched myself one of the regular bundles to go with. Spotlight's catalogue had a spend-$50-save-$10 voucher in it, and the new DS fabrics were already on sale, so they ended up under $10 a metre. There's about 1 1/4 metres in amoungst this quilt top, and the pink and green check is definitely my fave. For the back I've bought the green floral, and I kept enough of the fats to do a bit of piecing too.
Even though I've done this design (I'd hesitate to call it a patern) a few times before, it's always been for the back of a quilt, and set on point, because that way you don't have to match your quilting lines. This time I decided to make it for the front, and originally I sorted it out to not be on point - just a regular 4 by 4 square.
But for some reason that seemed kinda boring. The shift to being on point required only two small bits of unpicking - as of the photo above, they were just neatly laid out blocks - and by shifting and cutting in half the corner blocks to fill in some gaps, it all came together as a 15 block quilt instead. If you tilt your head, you'll notice the centre 4 blocks are the same.
I think I kinda needed to do something like this in an attempt to force myself out of my rut. For all that the Cadbury Snack quilt is very nice, it's a bit boring as far as the actual work goes... there's not much to inspire progress. This took a while to do - I started about 7pm, spent a loooong time staring at layouts and shifting them (everyone always comes and has an input. Sometimes there's fights) got distracted by the footy (Go Hawks!) got seriously stuck into it, changed my mind about the direction, and spent another loooong time staring at it, this time with the help of a bit of paper scribbled on and chopped up, and the second photo with bits cut, pasted and rotated.
Once the research was done and the theory sorted out, I promised myself chocolate when I finished and got it all done. I usually really struggle with the last few seams of getting it together, but it seems chocolate works as an incentive.
I do like chocolate.
Friday, September 16, 2011
Yes, I am aware that it's friday morning and therefore we were out on a thursday. But we all have to work saturday and sunday, so this was the only option.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
I just decided I'll go to bed and decide later :)
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
I've sewn the long strips together to increase the size of the Cadbury Snack quilt. I haven't sewn the little bits together, because my brain is a bit... um... I can't even think of the word to use but that kinda just proves my point. There's some extra squares that I cut from the ends of the fabric before I cut the strips, because there's a half dozen blocks more than can be made from strips, and I can't remember what colours get paired together. Oh well, progress is progress.
Of course I haven't ironed it or cut it or anything like that. It looks as if I've slightly rearranged my piles. It took me two episodes of Angel to re-arrange my piles. Admittedly, half of the first one was spent looking for brown thread. I feel a little out of practice.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
If I was writing a report card on their detectoring skills, at the bottom I would put "must try harder"
And then I would white-out the word "harder" because really, they're not trying at all.
Anyway, what I must try
If anyone wants me, I'll be the one over here playing bejeweled and waiting for the rush to go away so I can go to sleep.
Parents, warn you children: massive amounts of chocolate at 1am is not, and never will be, a good idea.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Just be careful.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Oh, hangon, I do have one picture of me and Meegs*.
But they're my regular sunnies. I have them three times now, one in a fantastic baby-poo shade of brown and two in black, as above. They're from target and the first two cost me $20 a pair, but I went in yesterday and found a pair for $5. I also bought a pair of men's aviators for $5, which are the ones I'm quite excited about. I've always longed to have a nice pair of aviators, but they've always looked terrible.
Oh, I've just remembered I have a webcam.
Oh, I've just remembered that any photos you take of yourself on a webcam will be really really crap.
But that's not the point. The point is that aviators are bitchin'. Except when you forget that you're not wearing your regular sunnies, and you put them on top of your head, and the little nose-stand bits get caught in your hair.
*She once told me that she hates it when people call her Meegs, just as I told her that I hate it when people call me Sez, and usually I do. But, in much the same way that Mum or Casey can get away with it, it turns out that when you're actual, proper, unspoken language, finding out secrets months before everyone else friends, shortening of names is suddenly okay. Meegs is my other favourite today, but she's my fave every day, so I'm not sure that that counts.
Of course, you may point out that sitting down shopping online is pretty much par for the course lately. I really haven't been sewing much - between work, holidays, and going to the gym till the wee small hours, I'm struggling to get in the vicinity of my sewing machine, much less use it.
I've been wondering if I should take a break from blogging too, because for a craft blog, there's been a distinct lack of that going on. But inertia once again prompts me to continue blogging every night, so I suggest that if you're getting bored, assume that posts don't contain anything crafty, just the usual pointless rambly shit with an occasional affirmation thrown in. When I do something crafty, I'll put it in the title.
In the meantime, I'm off to do some maths. Not quiltmath, but something quite similar to the other quiltmath; the one you use for justifying fabric purchases. I'm going to go and talk myself into, and then back out of, and then into again, a half dozen new dresses. And then down to maybe three or four, once I'm convinced that those ones are an absolute perfect bargain and so much better value than anything I could find in the mount. That I so totally, absolutely need. Really. To go with the other dozen dresses in my wardrobe that I have never warn either, but may need to, one day...
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Even on days when I don't get anything made, I can still think of amazing projects, do beautiful maths, cook myself a delicious dinner. Straighten my hair so it looks really really nice, turn my car very smoothly into a corner. It doesn't take much to be awesome.
You've just got to be yourself.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
I tend to stash small amounts for the most part. Actually, I tend to come up with a project, buy for that and then get distracted with another project and end up with exactly the amount of fabric for a project that I'm now bored with*
When I'm going crazy stockpiling, I usually go for half a metre, unless there's only two fabrics that go together. If that's the case I'll get a metre of each, that way when I inevitably never ever find another fabric to go with them, I can just make my Two Tyred quilt again.
I find the minimum cut thing quite interesting. Fair enough for proper quilt shops to have a minimum 20cm cut. They're a little store, trying their best, and a 1cm leeway on a 10cm cut is 10% of the profit gone. But Lincraft are the same, and their profits don't really come very much from quilt fabrics. Worse are their half price specials, with 1m minimum cut. Apart from backings, who does spontaneous stockpiling of 1m cuts? Especially when they're still $10 a metre when they're half price.
Spotlight have always been very good. 10cm minimum, 5cm increments, 50cm minimum on clearance fabrics. But now they've changed to 1m minimum cuts on their clearance stuff, and today, when there was a metre and 30cm left on the roll, the lady went "ergh, do you want that bit too?" I said not really but I would take it, and so I was charged for that, and when the second fabric came to the same I said "no, not really" and she seemed very miffed. If I'm already having to buy 50cm of fabric I didn't really want, why would I want to by 80cm of fabric I don't want? You're still charging me $6 a metre for it. And you didn't even have any of the black I wanted in the first place, which means I'll ahve to have a hunt through the shed. It would be much easier for me to just bring in the tubs and start putting it all on the shelves I bought for that very purpose, but they are heavy, and I am lazy, and here are many many old episodes of Angel to watch instead.
Anyway, new fabrics.
|The start of yet another blue and green quilt. Not that I have a usual quilt or anything.|
|I absolutely cannot justify these. Except that I like them.|
|The only DS fabric that I liked that we didn't have at the local spotlight. None of the other yellow ones were very nice.|
|Two batiks and a Michael Miller I would now have about 4 metres of, except, well, I can't find any of it.|
|Some stripey fat quarters. I don't have much stripe. And the orange is really pretty.|
*This is why fat quarters are good. Lots of patterns use a fat quarter.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
But I kinda need to unpack after the weekend, and that'll probably waste my day :(
But there's some fabrics I bought in there somewhere, so it's not all bad.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Casey thought I should break out my sewing kit and sew one arm or leg hole on their clothes up, but that would involve sneaking in to get an item of their clothing, and I'm on bed now.
Missy Higgins/Taylor Swift marathon it is then.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
And now we're home again. Well, at the hotel. It's an odd night. The girls are both having boy issues. I got plenty of offers from boys at The Woolshed tonight, but this trip is about friends, not randoms. I don't want one. They would spoil my night. That didn't stop me from pointing out dozens of them to Meagan and going "I want that one. No, that one. Or that one. I'll have that one too" But really, on a trip like this, that's not a disruption I want, no matter how cute he is.
My mobile internet keeps freezing the laptop. I needed to reboot it 3 times between that bit of the post and this bit, and about an hour has passed, as well as plenty of other stuff, so here's how my post is actually. I kinda forgot about that top bit.
I have many talents. I'm good at, for instance, memorising people's credit card information. Fortunately for them, I'm also good at never actually using it. I'm good at finding an entire new of outfit in under an hour for under $100, and I like to occasionally keep in practice just in case it's a skill I ever need in my day to day life. If I'm going on the run, for instance. Possibly because I've stolen so many people's identities, not actually to use, but just because I like to know that if I need to, I can.
As for more mundane talents, I can make a lined, zippered card and coin purse, with two pockets, in about 20 minutes. I can sew straps onto a strapless dress, by hand, in the car. I look very good in very short shorts. I make bitchin roadtrip CDs, and I can find fishnet stockings when noone else can. For $4 a pair.
I also have another talent, and it's a bit of a strange one. See, when push comes to shove, I am surprisingly good at knowing what to say. I'm the one that talks people through crisies, and yet I feel, as far as I can tell, far more disconnected from it than the friends who don't know what to say. I'm not sure why, if maybe it's that they're feeling guilty in another room that they didn't know what to say and I'm there just opening my mouth and letting the words spill out and hoping they're the right ones. It seems that they are, or maybe I've just gotten lucky way too many times, because before I know it there will be smiles through the tears and hugs and I'll walk away feeling a bit bewildered as to what the hell just happened. I suspect it's a bit how a hostage negotiator feels, like the rush of the moment is so great it obscures the whole thing. I'm glad that I can do it, because it makes people feel better, but afterwards I feel quite lost. Something amazing just happened, I was there, I actually did it, but, um, I'm not sure what it was. It would be like making an amazing quilt top only for it to completely dissapear, to exist only as a vauge memory. I feel a bit empty, like I was working so hard to pour my reassurances into her that I'm left with none of my own.
I forget sometimes that I'm older than my friends, that the horrible, socially awkward, tell me what to do to make it all better stage that is long in the past for me is something they're still struggling with every day. But then, I wonder how much I'm really past it. Subconciously, I'm always looking for an exit, an escape route, a way to get out of all of it should shit hit the fan in such a way that I can't magically talk my way out of it. I usually can though. Today, the lady at the front desk of the hotel gave me a third key even though there's strictly only meant to be two keys per room. I didn't need it. I could have got one of my friends to come down and let me in, but it felt really nice to know that I could talk my way in. It's not something that I need to do, it's just something that I need to know I can do, should the situation arise.
And that, maybe, is where I find happiness. The safe, secure, keeping me warm at night knowledge that when I have to, I can rise up to pretty much whatever is in front of me. The knowledge that I don't need people at my back because I have me. I feel cliched telling the girls that they need to love themselves before they start worrying about what a boy thinks/says about them, but it's true. And I'm lying to them when I tell them that we've got their back, and that's all that matters*, but it's only because when you're upset you don't really want to hear that one day, you'll be grown up enough to have your own back, and that's when you'll be ready. For anything.
*I'm lying in saying that that's all that matters. I'm not lying when I say we have their back, because we do, but really, fat load of good we can do for them.
Friday, September 2, 2011
*my hair is. And I may sneak the GHD off with me too.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Still, my revised lace placement is only about quarter of the length of the old one, so really, it's not like I've created any more sewing to be done (since I was only half done to begin with) Yay for fractions!
Other than that, I have packed 95% of the stuff I need to, and plenty of stuff I don't* - all that remains is to find my bathers (yay 4 star hotel with indoor heated swimming pool) and the jeans that are currently in the dryer, but I'll be wearing them in the car on the way up so I don't know that they count. I've charged up the cameras and the palm pilots and picked about half my music that I want for my hour of designated stereo time - here's a question for you all: hard rock covers of classic country songs, sacrilege, or a clever, sneaky underhand way to have country music playing in the car without the driver knowing it? He's quite insistent that no country is to be played, but you'd be surprised how well "Goodbye Earl" by The Dixie Chicks translates. Hell, boy beats up girl, girl and friends murder boy is practically standard emo-song fare, just, you know, cooler when it's upbeat and contains a bit of nah-nah-nah-nahing. I've added it to my hour of music just to see Meagan's face when she hears it.
*I was feeling really good about not having packed a whole heap of unnecessary stuff until I found myself looking in a cupboard and thinking, "hmmm, should I pack that tent? I might need it..." (it's okay, I'm not taking the tent)