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15 July 2004 @ 10:51 pm
the manipulator  

So yeah, did I mention I'm a dork with fabric? erikadoor already knows this quite well, given how I tied the lining of my priestess dress around my head for a pirate bandana and then later wondered what the hell I had done with it. I've currently got like, a yard of some furry stuff draped over my head and I'm hopping around my room pretending to be a snow monster.

God, I love being a dork. Life would be so boring otherwise.

Yesterday, I learned what non-turkey basting is.

I can't find my straight pins. How do I lose a box full of sharp pointy objects?? Why haven't I stepped on it yet? [Edit: Found, and not by attempting to have a foot in the same place where pins take their picnics.]

... I think I've figured out how to do this part ... I call my once-a-test-subject-now-a-modern-art-piece "Untitled." My goal is to finish the overskirt (add fur trim) and the dress (make and add new straps) tomorrow. I think it's quite doable. After that, it's ARMOR TIME.

When this green fabric frays, it acts like plastic Easter grass and looks like ants. It's impossible to catch all the little bits and pieces, and they turn up wherever you don't expect and wherever they damn well feel like. Ya put on a pair of khakis and OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT oh wait it's just those fabric orphans. But it LOOKS and FEELS good (trimming bits and escaped frays not included). I may know little else, but I am a MASTER of texture. SO YARRR.

So the other day I was really itching for a new book, but to my dismay discovered that Kroger's novel selection is no equal to their selection of breakfast cereals. My desperation was such that today I hitched a ride with a coworker's daughter out to the mall to obtain a book. Fortunately she was quite patient with me, for I took a long time to decide ... I said to myself "only one book!" and I intended to stick by that. It just had to be the best choice given the parameters I had set! She kept on trying to convince me to read "White Oleander" or "Mein Khampf," but those were not tripping my trigger and thus I pranced around for awhile and chose something else. She claimed to care little about what others thought of her, apparently I care even less ... I was the only one of us doing a little dance in the store.
 
 
Current Mood: thirstythirsty
Current Music: "Omoide Ni Dakare Te Ima Wa," Perfect Blue
 
 
 
hypertechie: flowerhypertechie on July 15th, 2004 10:27 pm (UTC)
texture is the most important
if it doesn't feel good, i usually don't buy it, which is why i make a lot of things out of natural fibers, linen is my favorite. Sometimes though, you have to buy something that is the right color for what you need or has a stretch. Though my purse is all those things--oh polar fleece, how could recycled bottles be so fun and comfy? Hope that you find your pins before they reach your heart, or whatever that story was that kate was so paranoid about. I hear you about losing things while sewing, i do it all the time, usually it is my pencils or rulers, though they are clear plastic, so i can see how that happens. Well hope that you get alot accomplished tomorrow. i need to get cracking myself.
Liz: Deeeed!ladyaltara on July 16th, 2004 06:09 am (UTC)
Yay for non-turkey basting! XD
Glad to hear your sewing is going well. It's funny, I have wrapped fabric around my head whilst sewing. Brian looked at me like I was crazy, and Libby cracked up ^_^
It's that whole "e" on the end of Anne thing, really >_<
Your armor is probably going to kick my armor's arse. But I don't have time to try something else right now, so leather it is!
One Who Wanders: braindeadabiona on July 16th, 2004 09:34 am (UTC)
The "e" is the finishing touch. Without it, "Anne" is incomplete!!

Haha, naw. My first wish was to use leather for my armor as well, but as I am at school right now, that's way out of my budget/expertise. ><; Here's to hoping for the best!
Giang (yang): Reminiscingcometeoraine on July 16th, 2004 02:26 pm (UTC)
I've currently got like, a yard of some furry stuff draped over my head and I'm hopping around my room pretending to be a snow monster.

That sounds like someone I know. Oh wait, that someone is me. And true, it's fun being a dork. If only more people would realize this bit wisdom. Hehe.