Something red going fast always catches the eye

[clevermanka]

The chimney is still silent. I hope this means the little creature escaped, not expired. I guess we'll know in a few days.

Today's the last day of my actual vacation time and I haz the sads. I'm sure mckitterick will pop in to say something optimistic, so let me just nip that in the bud right now and assert my opinion that weekends do not count as vacation time. They just don't. You can disagree with me, but that's just your opinion, man.

Yesterday's chimney invasion (and afternoon rainstorm) delayed my errand-running. Jaunting about town is therefore on the Must Accomplish Before Six This Evening list. Post office, license plate office, other downtown crap, and then groceries. Oh, I need to find a place that sells lacrosse balls. Any suggestions? I'll order online as a last resort, but I'd really like to just pick 'em up locally.

While downtown, I'm taking my few remaining vintage garments to Wild Man. Twenty years ago, I dressed nearly exclusively in vintage clothes. Now, the very idea of dealing with metal zippers, too-high waists, and ill-fitting shoulders tires me. The five dresses I have left are my favorites of my favorites, but I haven't worn any of them in years. Years and years. Even though I outgrew them (physically and emotionally), I held onto them for sentimental reasons. But now I need the closet space and the money--and I never thought vintage clothes belonged in a closet. They should be worn, and eventually worn out. Still, I'll miss them. I can remember specific events wearing each of those garments. Fortunately, three of them were captured in portraits--one in a sitting I did with my parents, and two of them in a modeling session I did with Mike Manley.

Earlier this week I got some bad news, but haven't been able to voice it here because, you know, talking about it makes it real. Our Moriarty bowed out of the Sherlock63 costume because she has family obligations on Memorial Day Weekend that she'd forgotten. Tragedy. I am sad sad sad about it. Watson, however, is stalwart and committed and very nearly done except for the coat (for which I am responsible and have not yet even purchased fabric good lord what is my problem). Anyway, we are now down to a twosome, which makes the presentation simpler for certain but much less dramatic. I'm still pondering whether I want to go with a version of the Thrilling Presentation I'd planned, just minus the Moriarty, or something a little less...animated. Well, that should be the least of my worries at this point.

I woke up at 4:30 this morning and I'm coming to realize this might just be my New Normal. It's not all bad. While I'm on vacation, it means I have hours of alone time, which is always nice. And once I get back to Regular Life, I'll be able to make it to the 6am Crossfit sessions (after I pass my Elements tests). Attending a morning workout certainly makes the rest of my day easier. Scheduling time to exercise after work is such a hassle.

Hm. I've got eleven and a half hours to get everything done before my self-imposed 6:00pm deadline. I suppose I could get the grocery shopping out of the way...

Comments

[msmitti.livejournal.com]

I hear what you are saying about weekends not counting as vacation. It just isn't the same when everybody else is out and about too.

And I so need to come up with some more icons.

[clevermanka.livejournal.com]

I love finding/making icons. It was one of my motivations for buying a permanent account.

[femfataleatron.livejournal.com]

Weekends are when you dress funny and people give you money for stuff. That's not vacation.

[clevermanka.livejournal.com]

Srsly.

[hdsqrl.livejournal.com]

I'm rather worried about whatever critter has colonized your chimney. I really hope whatever it was has simply relocated. :(

(squirrel-love!)

[clevermanka.livejournal.com]

*shares the squirrel love*

[djangodurango.livejournal.com]

Do you make all your clothes now?

[clevermanka.livejournal.com]

I used to.

Now I tend to shop at thrift store because my size varies dramatically from one week to the next. I need several things in several sizes. It's not worth my time to invest in sewing until I get my health issues (which are causing the size issues) under control.

[djangodurango.livejournal.com]

It's cool that you have the skill to do so. I'd love to know how to make my own clothes or at least tailor the ones I buy so they fit better.

[clevermanka.livejournal.com]

It really is a skill, and not a talent. Mostly it's just the willingness to put in the time to learn how to do it.

Tailoring existing clothes is an entirely different beast, and one I'm not willing to learn. I don't even make alterations to the clothes I make. If they come out ill-fitting, I alter the pattern and start over, rather than fix the original garment. =D