There is a duckie in my bra, and it hurts

I really do love A. She never fails to amuse. We are, when taken together, a thing to fear, but that's ok. We haven't scared away anyone worth having yet, so it's got to be for the good.

Besides, she's fantastic with a ruler, even if her porn did break my VCR.

Had a wonderful weekend, full of all kinds of good things except sewing productivity. I got home Friday to the best bunch of mail ever. It turns out, that after all the crap last week with the letters and everything, I got accepted someplace! Woo! I got in to Santa Clara! Ok, this is kind of a no-brainer acceptance, but if I can get work to get a move on this is the perfect school and life will be wonderful. I have some more letters to get sent in a hurry, but at least I got in someplace, so no matter when happens with work I know I will have something to do in the fall when my contract is up.

Besides happy law school news, I went to the Gaskell with A. and M., got mostly done with the curtains for the living room, got some shopping and chapter stuff done, and that's about it. I've been appallingly lazy, given how much crap I really need to get done, but whatever. Just now, I could care less.

In less happy news, the evil bastard of a housemate finally left. Without any notice. This is bad. It's great that he left, we are all very happy about that, but he didn't bother to tell anyone he was leaving, so now we are stuck trying to find an extra 3rd of the rent (again) in the space of 5 days. Something will work out, somehow, but I'm actually getting a little freaked out. Another month of paying double rent is not going to be a good thing. Hopefully we can find a new housemate fairly quickly. At least A. is rational about all of this and willing to help with the extra rent. That's a marvelous thing, on so many levels.

Better and better!

Sometimes things happen that remind me to just listen to my mother. If I just remembered to do this most of the time, life would be ever so much easier.

The latest spectacular example of this would be these stupid letters of recommendation. There I was, freaking out about my chances of getting in to any school at all having been shot to hell, and had I just listed to my mother's assurance that all would be well I could have saved myself 3 days of horrible stress and anxiety. So far, I've heard back from all the schools and they all said it was fine, and I can just send anything missing directly to them and not to worry it will all be ok. Yay! I have a prayer! And both of the schools in the area are ok, so I might even have bi-coastal options!

Anyhow, I have to make a couple of calls and get copies of the letter sent to a few different places, but I'm in good shape.

So between the huge wave of application related relief and a very pleasant evening last night (that chocolate port drizzle sauce never fails), I'm feeling pretty spectacularly good today. I have a ton of work to get caught up on after a very unproductive week, some hardware requests to figure out, and other random clean up and administrative stuff to take care of but it's going to be a lovely day, and a lovely weekend, and life is good.

Oh yeah, and we are starting a boylympics site, I just have to register the domain today and decide how the charts and graphs should be built. Anyone interested in helping to build a score-board system should apply directly to the IBC.

Semi-yay!

I emailed a bunch of the law schools that I applied to, and to my very great relief I still have a shot at at least 3 of them. This is good. One does not require letters at all, one needs just one letter which it already has, and the third is ok to wait the few weeks it will take to get the second letter and assured me I would still receive the same consideration. It's lovely to know that when I am rejected it will be in the usual manner rather than because I was dumped onto the heap of incompleteness.

Of course, this means I must now get on the ball and do my taxes so I can send in the financial aid forms. blegh. Doing taxes is no fun. Between unemployment, lack of unemployment, and temp jobs it's going to be a bit confusing but it shouldn't be too bad. I didn't make enough money to worry about too many deductions and things.

Stranger things have happened

I love A. and I love my parents. After a truly lousy day yesterday, I'm feeling much better thanks to them.

A. and I ended up staying up till 1 AM, watching silly TV, picking out outfits for today, and cleaning my room while tormenting boys on IM. It was quite nice, and actually relaxing in a strange way, to spend most of the evening sitting on my bed giggling like a 12 year old school girl. I'm still stressed and confused but at least my room is a cleaner and saner place to be and I'm going to be ok with this. As my parents said, stranger things have happened than this all working out ok in the end.

Out of some burst of hopeful enthusiasm, I ordered new ski pants and a jacket. Yay! They were on sale, marked down, and one clearance, and the got the whole thing, with shipping, for $75. I'm pretty happy. My pants have left Hodgkins, Illinois, and should be here on the 1st (an otherwise black day, but at least I'll have pants!). I desperately want to go skiing sometime this year. There is a ski bus that runs between the city and various places in Tahoe, I might just give it up and take a day trip on that. Skiing by myself is sort of pathetic, but at least on the bus I might meet people and it's not like I spend much time talking to people I ski with anyway (seeing as I suck, and they mainly want to go on runs that are actually on an angel and not be embarrassed by the crazy flailing chick tumbling down the side of the mountain like Goofy).

Tonight should be fun too. A friend is coming home with me after work and I'm going to feed him crepes. Yay for eating the rest of these crepes! The buckwheat batter came out too thick, but tasty, so the crepes are not as thin as I would like. I'm going to have to work on this batter recipe some. The sweet crepes turned out perfectly, as always. I love Julia Child. She will never lead you wrong. Now it's just a matter of thawing the left over crepes out and heating them up again.

I'm looking forward to the weekend too. Saturday is the Gaskell, and I'm going to try to pour myself in the Madame X dress, now that she has a new (and hopefully more containing) corset. Aside from that, I am going to sew sew sew! And I am happy about this. I have one project to do for a Rainbow client, and then I can focus on my 1909-ish dress and maybe finish the cheongsam, which I now have no use for but since I already cut out the (hideously expensive, vintage, and irreplaceable) silk brocade I really should finish. It's going to be a lot of hand sewing. Hopefully I can get the machine work done this weekend so I have a good handwork project for the evenings next week.

Another one bites the dust...

Unless a miracle occurs, it does not look like I'll be getting in to law school at all this year. There is very little chance that this last letter of recommendation is going to make in to the system and to the admissions offices on time. This sucks. I have no idea what I'm going to do with myself.

I suppose I might as well subject myself to the interview process here again. The inevitable rejection won't be fun, or get me anywhere, but what other options do I really have? It's not like I have any leads on other jobs, and the same deficiencies that will prevent them hiring me here will still be a problem anywhere else. In all likelihood, interviewing here will just make me feel more useless and stupid than I already do, but I have to do something. The thought of going back to temping hell is just unbearable.

Anyway, nothing much else of note is getting done. Work is insane, I'm exhausted, I'm frustrated, angry, and PMS'ing which is so not helping. Why must so many things about my life be in the hands of other people? And why can't they follow through in at least something like a timely manner so I can go on trying to figure things out for myself? It's not like I have a huge number of options to choose from here people.

At least I have this to amuse me:

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Kung-Fu and Caffine

Why am I so tired?! The weekend was actually lots of fun, I got stuff done, entertained people and was more social than I have been in about a hundred years, yet somehow I feel as though I went straight from Friday to Tuesday without so much as a pause for breath.

Of course, it was a hideously busy weekend. I did the following:
1 OES meeting
1 Memorial service
1 Birthday party
Cooked crepes for 4 people
Made 3 pounds of truffles
Shopped for trampy school girl looking outfit
Saw Ong-Bak The Thai Warrior
Unclogged stopped up bathroom sink
Cleaned kitchen twice
Cleaned living room
Vacuumed all visible carpet
Got bikini wax
Transfered massive collection of CDs from crystal cases to binder CD case thing. Have to get another case thing.
Cleaned and re-arranged furniture in my room
1 load laundry
Received one law school rejection letter

Not too shabby I guess. But man, some sleep in there or relaxing would have been nice. I'm getting stressed out about my school applications. This missing letter of recommendation is a huge problem. Today I need to figure out where I need to send a replacement letter and find someone to write it for me. blegh. An academic reference would have been nice but oh well. What am I going to do? Hopefully this hasn't blown my shot at getting accepted anywhere. The application fees are so expensive, I'm going to really pissed off if I have to start this all over again next year.

Floopy

For some reason I'm feeling very overwhelmed today. Between memorial services, birthday parties, house cleaning, and getting ready to cook and bake for an undetermined number of people tomorrow, I can't quite figure out where to start. Clearly, unclogging the bathroom sink was a priority. I wish I knew what my asstard housemate put down there (not to be confused with A, the other housemate, who is marvelous). Every time I get the drain unclogged he promptly clogs it up again with his disgusting man gunge. Down with man gunge!

Anyway, I have an awful headache, too much housework to do, and I can't find my party happy face. I have 2 hours to get my groove on can kick this headache, and maybe clear off my bed. It disgusting. My house has gone spectacularly to hell. Between A. moving in, the continued recovery from Dickens, and the amount of time I don't spend at home during the week it's gotten pretty bad. If people are going to be here Sunday I really need to get things worked out so as not to embarrass myself. blegh. At least the unpacking chaos is understandable. It's just starting to make me a little crazy.

I've decided to go low-maintence and low effort for this evening and just wear an old Italian Renaissance dress that I finally fit in to again. It's actually a little big, but it looks nice and should stand up ok with an evening out in the rain. ANd it's way less work than any of the other things I have that fit right now. I don't have to do anything spectacular with my hair, so it won't melt in the rain, and it's comfortable. Yay for comfortable!

Scores are in!

Again, retouching to protect the innocent. Note that inanimate objects are not hidden/smudged out.

A chance in hell?

I love having girlfriends (and metro-sexual guy friends, who are almost the same). I had dinner with A and X last night, and decided to start collecting Things to Say to Boys Who Haven't got a Chance in Hell.

Here is the list so far:

I am so far out of your league...
...if your league were to explode I wouldn't hear the sound for 3 days.
...it would cost you $2 to send me a post card
...you Doppler shift to the infrared
...if you tried to mapquest how to get here, it would to tell you to go fuck yourself
...you'd need oxygen tanks and a Sherpa just to get here
...you are tempting the wrath of God by breathing the same air
...you need a satellite just to communicate with me

My reaction to you is like a noble gas, inert.
Why is it that every time we talk I ponder the merits of defenestration?
Other good excuses

In less light-hearted news, my great-aunt passed away a couple of days ago and I just found out last night. I hate the phrase "passed away." It sounds like something ships do. I wasn't terribly close with her, but my mom is rather upset. Between that and having to preside at an OES funeral service on Saturday...it seems like these things always come in sets, and get progressively closer, so I'm wondering who might be next.

So between being pissed at the Gormless Yotz, work related drama, missing law school application materials, and funerals, I'm not in a very good head space. I really wish I was able to get out of Dodge for at least part of the weekend, but no such luck. Saturday is all booked up, and everyone will be gone and having fun by the time I can leave. Besides which I have sewing to do for other people and I might as well get it done and out of the way.

This morning's commute sucked too. Some guy was getting arrested on MUNI so I nearly missed my shuttle in to work. At least I made it, but only just, and not without a fair amount of anxiety. I think maybe getting a motocycle would be a good idea if I end up keeping this job.

For those of you who have asked, here is a definition of gormless.

Get me out of here!

I'm having a career/work place dilemma. Once again, noises are bing made about converting me into a real employee. I find this highly annoying. If they want to hire me, they need to just make me an offer and get it over with. I do not have time to get strung along like this. The last place I was contracting at this went on for 3 years. Three years of 3 to 6 months contracts. Supposedly you only get a year here, but still, I have to decide which law school I'm going to in the next couple of months. They don't get a year to make their minds up about this.

My manager keeps asking me what it is I want to do. How can I really answer that if I have no options? I haven't been accepted to any schools yet (turns out one of my letters of recommendation is not in my LDAS file for some reason but I'm getting that figured out), and I have no job offers. All I have is a contract that expires on my birthday and a bunch of questions. Would I take a job here if it were offered? I don't honestly know. I do know I have no desire to go through the interview process again only to be told "no thanks." If they follow the usual process around here, I won't get any kind of decision until long after I have to decide which school I want to go to anyway, so I fail to see the point in any of this. I have an expiration date. My manager knows what it is. If they can work within that and give me something to consider, I'll consider it, but what's the point in any of it if nothing is going to get done until it's too late anyway?

In the mean time, I'm pissed off and kind of stressed out and I just want to go home, or anyplace away from here. I do like my job, I like my co-workers and I like the work environment, I just don't like getting strung along by some asinine set of procedures that make it next to impossible to do my job or live my life. They are hardly paying me enough to make the 4 hours a day I spend commuting worth it, I don't particularly want to deal with this crap too.

To top things off, D. The Gormless Yotz has decided that he doesn't want to go to the Rubicon dinner after all because he wants to do to some crap community musical theater audition instead. WTF?! We've been planning this for 2 months. He knew when those auditions were, he shouldn't have said he would go, and certainly shouldn't have waited until now, when it's too late to find another person to go with who can afford a ticket and I've already sunk time and money into the whole project. The bastard. I'm seriously pissed. He's getting fed to the cat tonight.

At least I know where I rate in his world though, that does make thing easier.

When geeks get board...

geeks make charts!

Not exactly a rousing success of a V-Day, but at least A. P. and I had some fun last night. I got my sushi, we drank wine, and watched the St. Valentines Day Massacre thing on the History Channel while working on this (image has been retouched to protect the innocent):



5 points if you can figure out what's going with this little project.

Work seems to have settled down a bit after the last couple of weeks, thank god. The training session I gave yesterday went quite well, or at least well enough as I have not as yet been sacked. Yay! With any luck I will be at an acceptable level of behindness by the end of the week, without having to work too hideously late. I still find it strange that I actually want to work longer hours and take my work home, and the big pain in my professional life is my employers refusal/inability to allow me to do this.

Not to sound too much like Bridget Jones but...it's 2:30. Not so much as a wilted carnation. Well, except for one lousy email from a semi-freak that was sent to 25 other people as well. Which hardly counts.

And to make it even more exciting I have to give a training session this afternoon, which all of the scary boss people will be at, and I'm nervous and feel unprepared.

Someone needs to take me out for sushi tonight, that's all there is to it.

V-Day Massacre?

Eck. Through some horrible, tragic error I woke up at 5:30 this morning, thinking it was 6:30, and didn't realize my mistake until it was far too late to get back to sleep. How very sad. At least I was able to get to work on the early shuttle. Being here at 7:50 on a Monday morning is kind of freakish, but its quiet and peaceful and I can at least try to get some things done.

Of course, after the weekend what I really could have used was some sleep but oh well. Friday night was a lot of fun. P. took me to El Mansour for a nice dinner. I love this restaurant. They have wonderful Moroccan food and a belly dancer who makes all the guys in the place try to dance with her. Watching these guys attempt to shake their hips I cam to appreciate how truly miraculous the survival of the species is.

Anyway, Saturday I helped A. unpack, got my cheongsam pattern alterations done and cut out the silk before E. and X. came and roused me from my torpor and dragged me off to SIN for the Sloth party. I really need to get better cloths, thank god this was all about being lazy. I ended up wearing my sushi pants and a little mesh camisole. Not that exciting but it seemed to be effective. It was a very mellow, if late, night.

Sunday I got up at the a**-crack of dawn to get over to the lodge building and set up the breakfast. Overall, the breakfast went quite well. We made more money than we had budgeted, and everyone seemed to have a grand time, and thank god that it's over for another year. I hate getting up early as it is, trying to get up early after a night at a club and spending the rest of the night trying to get the cats to stop spitting at each other is just ridiculous.

My perversity got the better of me yesterday though, and I picked up a bunt cake from the bake sale to bring to work for my engineers. Not only have I brought them cake, but I up and wore a skirt and lipstick. Woo! We'll see if I can cause a seg-fault in anyone's head, going all domestic and girly like this. It's a good way to distract myself from the inevitable train-wreck that is Valentines Day.

WTF?!

What the hell is the matter with people?!

And then it get's worse... I'm offended on so many levels...

Yesterday's hero

One of the somewhat distressing things about people actually reading this blog is that it rather puts a crimp on what I can say here without fear of recrimination. Technically, all is quite anonymous. However, my friends know I keep this, and now many of my coworkers do too (and not just the ones who cleverly found it on their own when I started working here, you know who you are). Anyway, I must work out for myself how deeply I care about this, and decide what level of professional detachment is really appropriate for my current workplace. So far, just about none seems to be the right and expected thing, but I'm still having a hard time with that concept. Too many years in the financial industry will do that I suppose.

Anyhow, this has turned out to be quite an interesting week. Things at work have been nuts, but through dedication and hard work we were able to get a nasty project off without a hitch. So yay for us! Last night was truly remarkable though. I had made plans to go watch movies at a friends house after work, which is all well and good, except that I got a call while racing down the freeway from one of the release guys asking me if there is any way I can please test a build they want to push out tonight. I told him that I was not at work, but he just happened to be in luck since I was going someplace I would be able to get back on the network and test. Which I proceeded to do until about 8 but not without a valiant attempt on my friends part to distract me. At least everything worked, and I get to be the hero of the morning, or evening, or whatever, and also terribly mysterious and alluring since I was able to resist temptation. Or something like that.

So tonight activities center around dinner with a guy I met at Dickens, who insists that he did not meet me at Dickens, and ran in to again at the Mardi Gras party last weekend. Seems like a nice enough guy, so we'll see what happens. I did find his tribe membership listings a bit, hmm...interesting? but who I am to say anything about that sort of thing? A. and I spent a considerable about of time considering outfits for today, since I won't be able to get back home to change whatever I wear tonight needs to work for the office too. It's a tricky thing.

Add to all this the OES fund raiser on Sunday morning and a sloth-themed fetish party I really want to go to on Saturday, and I'm truly living a dissipated and sleep deprived, though heroic, lifestyle. I have no idea what to wear to a sloth-themed (as in the sin, not the tree-dwelling mammal) fetish party though. I was thinking that a leather or PVC corset and my yummy sushi pj pants with slippers would be quite fetching, but I haven't got the corset part anymore. Very sad, but a good excuse to carry on with the corset making! I'll have to figure something out. I have a whole day to think of something!

I will have a delightful and fun-filled weekend before the devastation that is V-Day. It's on a Monday. How appropriate. I'm ashamed to admit it but I have some lingering hope that it will not all be in vain this year. We shall see.

Oh my

What can I say?

I refuse to point out the many, obvious puns.

Close to tied up

in my latest new corset that is. All I have left to do on my fabulous pink and brown Madame X corset tonight is a bit of hand sewing on one section of the binding and putting in grommets. Yay! I really like the look of this corset. The brown satin brocade was a good choice. I'll post pictures as soon as it's done (hopefully tomorrow but no promises). Who knew that chocolate brown and pink would be so fabulous?

Since all of my other corsets are massively too big and have been sold off, given away, or recycled for parts, I'm having way too much fun planning the next one. I have some giraffe print velveteen that just might turn into a new waist cincher. Not the post practical fabric choice for functional underwear, but I was thinking it would be fun for an outwear sort of corset. Maybe with brown satin casings and bindings, that would be kind of fun.

Hopefully this weekend I will finally get started on the cheongsam. I've pretty well given up on going to the erotic food thing in Sonoma so I should have all day Saturday to work on this and at least part of Sunday afternoon (Sunday morning I have to be a big stupid fundraiser breakfast for OES). Once I get going on that I can start on the corset for my 1909-ish dress. That should be fun. I still need a busk but I can at least get the pattern worked out and everything cut and put together before this becomes a huge issue, and can work on the Regency corset while I'm waiting for the busk to get here. How very practical of me!

I'm out of RAM

Because I work with geeks, and must attempt to blend in with them in a Jane-Goodall-with-the-gorillas manner, I have taken to describing my various ailments and failures in terms the geeks will understand. Today, I have run out of RAM. I cannot start any more processes and the ones that are running are starting to bog down and freeze at random intervals.

At least one of the huge messes I've been trying to sort out has finally gotten figured out and I can carry on with my job. Yay! I would feel much better about this if I had half a clue why everything starting working right, but I'll take what I can get and call it a win. At least I can get this thing tested and out the door and won't have to worry about it next week. Which means I can get back to what I'm actually supposed to be working on some point in the near future.

Well, that and attempting to write a best practices document. How absurd is that? It's worse that the the one-eyed leading the blind. This is more like the one-eyed with cataracts and an astigmatism leading the blind. Oh well. It's actually kind of fun, and the sort of thing enjoy doing. Trying to find ways to do thing better is always interesting.

Pictures from the ball!

The weekend was a grand success! I've posted pictures from the ball so everyone can share in the horror that was my hair. I am happy to report that it took just under an hour to get the hair on my head, which isn't too bad. There were some slight engineering difficulties, counter balancing the loops was kind of interesting but once I got it figured out the whole affair was quite comfortable and secure. Except for riding in the car, it was great.

K. and I got to the ball right on time, and were immediately struck by some of the costumes. People really went all out for this, the level of effort and creativity was quite impressive. I ran into a very old friend I have not seen in a hundred year, she's gotten herself engaged and she and her finance invited us to go on some pirate ship thing, so now we need to make 18th century cabin boy-girl outfits. Yay! I've always wanted to be a cabin boy-girl!

I got to dance both Congress of Vienna's, and for the first time ever managed to teach someone how to do it on the floor. Who knew I could back-lead someone through a Congress? Never mind that I was teaching Lestat how to do it. He did very well actually, and didn't even make a move for my neck, which was actually somewhat disappointing. (PEERS does more theatrical balls than Gaskells, they have people playing specific characters and for some reason had the whole crew from the Vampire Chronicles at this one).

Sunday E, K, and I had a nice little stitch-n-bitch at my house. It was quite fun. We watched Wives and Daughters, sewed, drank tea, and carried out about all kinds of things. My new corset for Madame X is nearly finished (who knew I could crank out a corset in a day?). I just need to do the bindings, put in the boning, and put in the grommets. I'm stuck on the grommets until my order from Grannd Garb gets here. It's supposedly been delivered, but hasn't got to my desk yet. If I don't get it by this afternoon I'll have to get hold of the receiving people. I need those grommets!

Oh the humanity!

What an horrific week. I've been completely slammed at work. Mostly with stupid environmental problems too which makes things utterly unpleasant. Trying to resolve these kind of problems takes forever and usually means that nothing else is getting done. So then people who need me to do something with the environment start calling me in a panic, and everyone ends up running around like a chicken with it's head cut off getting nothing done and making a huge mess. Agghh!!

It appears that at least part of the problem may now have been worked out. I can only hope. I've turned into a raving lunatic though, which doesn't help with anything. The more crap that gets piled on the less I am able to cope with. Oh well. With any luck things will get figured out on Monday and next week will be less stupid.

I've decided that I really don't need to deal with people who are oblivious and don't listen to anything I'm telling them. It's pointless. These same people seem to take some kind of perverse pleasure in making me feel small and worthless too, which I don't really understand.

Last night was strange. The opera was pretty good and quite enjoyable, but they did run into some technical difficulties with the supertitles. It was a dress rehearsal after all, so that was rather to be expected. I ended up getting stuck in a bizarre and tense social situation I was utterly unprepared for afterwards though. It was the kind of thing that made me really wish I had a car. Going home would have been a good idea. As it was, I ended up not getting home at all, only getting maybe 4 hours of sleep, oversleeping due to an alarm clock operator malfunction, and getting to work late with the beginnings of a migraine. Nice. So much for my OES meeting tonight, I am stuck here till 8 trying to get caught up on all the work I haven't been able to do because of strange environmental problems, and feel rather like crap to boot. I have some rather urgent banking to tend to, and haven't been able to get away to do it at all this week, so hopefully I won't be in too much trouble if I do it tomorrow but it's stressing me out. That is, unless I have to come in to work in which case I am screwed. Plus I think I am getting/already am sick.

Yet somehow, it just don't seem to matter that much. Getting some sleep tonight should help some with the whole perspective thing, I can take care of what I need to do around the house, and tomorrow is the Mardis Gras ball which promises to be lots of fun. Yay fun! Dancing the night away will be a good release.

Quiz for the day:


You are a Sphinx! You are mocked for your unusual
appearance, but you are very loving and
devoted. People just need to give you a
chance!


What breed of cat are you?
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Enough already!

I am so done with this week. At least the work parts of it. It's been nuts. I feel like I spend most of the morning trying to explain that as much as I would love to give you status, I just got here and have been explaining to you why I have no status to report the whole time, thereby preventing me from doing any actual status-producing work or finding out if I can even do any status-producing work. Then I go to meetings to which 37 extra people who have no idea what's going on have been added just because it seemed like a good plan at the time. The swarm approach to doing things just isn't that efficient and makes me crazy. I feel like a raving bitch in these meetings sometimes, but no one else seems capable of taking control and getting things done (or even interested in those sorts of things, which I find bizarre).

Anyway. Non-work things are actually pretty much ok. I pined all the foliage down on my dress last night, had a grand time with my new house mate, and am actually really looking forward to the opera tonight and the dancing this weekend. Also sleeping sounds like it will be fun, not that I am clear on how much sleeping in I'm going to be able to do realisticly. I can but try, and anything latter than 6:15 is a good thing.

E. and maybe K. are coming over to sew on Sunday, which should be fun. The current plan is to work on the Madame X corset and the cheongsam. We'll see how that actually works out. I will be happy and count is all as a success if I can get anything at all done on either of these projects.

Feels like Monday

What a horrible morning. I ended up getting to work an hour late after a series of absurd misadventures trying to get a FastPass. At least I got the damned the thing and made it to work, with the bag of tiaras and the dress I am supposed to be sending to my mom (if I can find a box to mail them in anyway). In the meantime, I am taking comfort in wearing one of the tiaras. That always makes me feel better, however silly I may look sitting in my veal-pen wearing a tiara.

I made very good progress on my foliage last night. In fact, it's done, I just have to pin it to the dress in a more permanent manner. Right now it's all on with straight pins. Tomorrow night I will make any little fiddling adjustments and safety pin it all down. I think it turned out rather well.



Here also are pictures of the orange dress I did for the reception this weekend.



I'm feeling in a very bad mood this morning. Last night was rather nice, I worked on making my foliage, and watched the SciFi channel, and was generally mellow. This morning was just awful though. Hopefully today will get better. I'm supposed to have dinner or something with one of the guys from work. Not sure what the deal with that is, but it should be ok. We've been trying to find a mutually do-able day to get together for months, so however bad the rest of the morning was I can't really justifying canceling at this point. Tomorrow my new housemate is coming over to drop off checks, pick up keys, and figure out paint, and I have to pin down all of the foliage on the dress since I won't likely be home at all on Thursday. It turns out I'm going to go see the dress rehearsal of D's opera. Yay! I'm rather excited about this actually. I wasn't sure I would be able to see it at all, which I felt really bad about. He's very excited about getting to do this, and I want to support him in it as much as I can (which isn't much, or at least as not as much as I feel like it should be).

Anyway, must get to work. As you can see, the cat has been very helpful with the sewing efforts.