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Air Went Out
Jan. 13th, 2009 11:42 pmAs I cleaned out my fabric and sewing supplies collection weeks ago, I started making dresses, again, for Liz's daughter Amber as a way to get rid of fabric that wasn't of much use to me. Small pieces too little to be used for a real project go far when you're dressing a nine year old, after all. But, after making only five dresses... I'm sick of it. And, I've got three more to finish. Just cut out the pieces for one of them today. And, I'm stuck going to Walmart with Liz for the few little things I need for the last two on Sunday. I feel like a jackass for feeling this way. Two of these last three dresses are specific requests from the munchkin, too. Actually, one is a cloak not a dress. Maybe it will be easier to get through? I find myself starting to work on one and the energy just drains from my body. There's no excitement anymore. I partially blame the fact that Amber is a gangly thing. She's thinner and taller than most patterns allow so I have to accommodate more than I used to. Boo. Meh. Almost done.
Maybe I'm just restless because I haven't left the house in days besides my half hour or so walk around the neighborhood. At least in Iowa City I had the illusion that I was around people. Somehow.
I've also been debating about the decorating options for the past few days and have come to no solid conclusions. This shouldn't be that hard! Right now I'm leaning towards painting my room here in my parents' house like this and making curtains/buying a new bedspread to match so as to update it all. The only things I can't quite decide are what color to make the carpet and what color to paint the furniture that I already own. A light color seems right for the carpet, but I'm clueless with the furniture. It isn't so good of quality that I can just strip the paint and finish the wood. Nor is it shabby enough to just pitch and replace. As artistic as I may have been in my youth, I'm no designer. At least not an interior one. I don't even know if this red and cream-or-white-or-gray color scheme looks too comically Valentines.
I keep staring at my resume and willing it to finish itself. No more of that.
Maybe I'd get more done if I didn't find myself reading fic like a tween during the midnight hour and letting it just drag on into the wee hours of the morning. It's not something I've often been able to do. The guilty pleasure of it all is too much!
Maybe I'm just restless because I haven't left the house in days besides my half hour or so walk around the neighborhood. At least in Iowa City I had the illusion that I was around people. Somehow.
I've also been debating about the decorating options for the past few days and have come to no solid conclusions. This shouldn't be that hard! Right now I'm leaning towards painting my room here in my parents' house like this and making curtains/buying a new bedspread to match so as to update it all. The only things I can't quite decide are what color to make the carpet and what color to paint the furniture that I already own. A light color seems right for the carpet, but I'm clueless with the furniture. It isn't so good of quality that I can just strip the paint and finish the wood. Nor is it shabby enough to just pitch and replace. As artistic as I may have been in my youth, I'm no designer. At least not an interior one. I don't even know if this red and cream-or-white-or-gray color scheme looks too comically Valentines.
I keep staring at my resume and willing it to finish itself. No more of that.
Maybe I'd get more done if I didn't find myself reading fic like a tween during the midnight hour and letting it just drag on into the wee hours of the morning. It's not something I've often been able to do. The guilty pleasure of it all is too much!
