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sabineI can only work on this black/goldwork project of doom for so long before my eyes join the evil thread and cause massive mistakes that need to be picked apart later. Celtic knotwork is diabolical. This is gonna look very spiffy when it's done. These two things are directly related.
Speaking of "spiffy when done", I've finished making![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lilith13's set of garb. She's gonna be very pretty. That is, she'll look very nice if I actually let her have the suede cranberry bodice. I'm tempted to hide it and say that the dust bunnies ate it. It turned out splendidly, even though the boning was a nightmare. It's not just that it looks pretty, no, it actually fits me. Granted, I can't so much use my ribs in breathing, but that's not important in the big scheme of things.
Or, I could just make my own bodice out of any of the pretty fabrics I've lovingly rescued from the upholstery remnants table at the fabric store. It's a dangerous place, truly.
My craft gears are in overdrive lately. It hasn't helped that I wasn't able to get into the Craftshop to throw for a month, and now that they're open, I'm out of money until payday on Friday. No, really, I'm out of money. I had been planning on throwing this afternoon, but when I checked the bank balance, I had to be responsible and choose meds over clay. I don't like being an adult sometimes.
Speaking of psychology, as of four o'clock this afternoon, I am officially no longer an open file on any therapist's desk. For the first time in nearly three years, I'm in neither a group nor individual counseling. When I honestly assess where I am now and compare that to six, twelve, 18, 36, or 60 months ago, I'm amazed at how far I've come.
Because of all of these things, I'd like to celebrate. All Madisonians are hereby invited to the first Concert on the Square. It's going to be this Wednesday, and the music begins at 7 pm. I'll be bringing (at minimum) a picnic blanket, a bottle of wine, a loaf of bread, and some plastic cutlery. I thinkexlibris11235 has dibs on cookies, while jrug is looking at a good-sized jug of water and some fruit. I'm all about pretending to be sophisticated while maintaining a grad student sense of humor.
Cut me some slack: I won't be able to use that excuse for long.
So. Anyway. This Wednesday, if you feel like braving the heat and potential thunderstorms, come down to the square. I think most of y'all have my cell phone, but drop me an email if you don't. It's time for pretty music, weird people, and general fun!
Speaking of "spiffy when done", I've finished making
lilith13's set of garb. She's gonna be very pretty. That is, she'll look very nice if I actually let her have the suede cranberry bodice. I'm tempted to hide it and say that the dust bunnies ate it. It turned out splendidly, even though the boning was a nightmare. It's not just that it looks pretty, no, it actually fits me. Granted, I can't so much use my ribs in breathing, but that's not important in the big scheme of things.Or, I could just make my own bodice out of any of the pretty fabrics I've lovingly rescued from the upholstery remnants table at the fabric store. It's a dangerous place, truly.
My craft gears are in overdrive lately. It hasn't helped that I wasn't able to get into the Craftshop to throw for a month, and now that they're open, I'm out of money until payday on Friday. No, really, I'm out of money. I had been planning on throwing this afternoon, but when I checked the bank balance, I had to be responsible and choose meds over clay. I don't like being an adult sometimes.
Speaking of psychology, as of four o'clock this afternoon, I am officially no longer an open file on any therapist's desk. For the first time in nearly three years, I'm in neither a group nor individual counseling. When I honestly assess where I am now and compare that to six, twelve, 18, 36, or 60 months ago, I'm amazed at how far I've come.
Because of all of these things, I'd like to celebrate. All Madisonians are hereby invited to the first Concert on the Square. It's going to be this Wednesday, and the music begins at 7 pm. I'll be bringing (at minimum) a picnic blanket, a bottle of wine, a loaf of bread, and some plastic cutlery. I think
exlibris11235 has dibs on cookies, while jrug is looking at a good-sized jug of water and some fruit. I'm all about pretending to be sophisticated while maintaining a grad student sense of humor. Cut me some slack: I won't be able to use that excuse for long.
So. Anyway. This Wednesday, if you feel like braving the heat and potential thunderstorms, come down to the square. I think most of y'all have my cell phone, but drop me an email if you don't. It's time for pretty music, weird people, and general fun!
