Friday, January 29, 2010

Fashion Friday #18


I'm definitely a sucker for tights. I would not have bought this Gym*boree outfit if I hadn't found the tights.


I'd wanted this sweater when I saw it in the store. Now I have it NWT and paid hardly anything for it at the resale store.





Some basic sweaters to go with separates and sets I've already got. These are size 3.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Two Years Ago Today...


...we buried my TuTu in Hawaii. I wish she was still here. I miss her a lot.


Sunday, January 24, 2010

I'm Part Vampire


I haven't read any vampire books or seen any of the movies, but I know I'm part vampire because my natural body rythym is to work at night and sleep during the day. No matter what. I could be super, super tired and still stay up to 4am and not even notice until I happen to glance at the clock. I did manage to get through my school years, rising while it was still dark, and then stay up until 1am or so.

Now that I've been sewing again, I'm in that blink and miss the hours passing mode again. I suppose I need to put a clock in the sewing room because I need all my rest for getting through my daycare days.

I've also not been to church a single time so far this year. When one goes to bed at 4 or 5am on Saturday, it's nearly impossible to get up by 8am and be at church by 9am. In fact, the few times I've tried it, I slept right through the alarm. It was part of my dreaming.

Last night, I made a good effort. I was in bed at 2am and then remembered something, so I got back up and took care of it and was back in bed by 3am. I set the alarm for 10am and my goal was to make it to the last hour of church. I couldn't sleep, though. I have some things on my mind right now that won't rest. When I thought sleep was finally coming, Henry started choking badly and I needed to help him. He coughed and sputtered hugely, spraying my face with heartburn babyfood chicken droplets, but he didn't vomit. I let him wrap himself around my neck, which keeps him upright somewhat and he likes to burrow in my hair, and we both fell asleep.

At this point I set the alarm for noon so I wouldn't end up sleeping the entire day away. It's now 2pm and I'm typing this from my bathtub because I'm going to wash my hair before getting started in the sewing room again. I'll post pictures later today because I've really been making progress lately in there.

I Do Not Love My House


This house has brought a whole new element of stress into my life that has pushed everything else aside, including Apple. I know this was the right thing to do in the long run, but the short run has been much harder than I'd hoped it would be.

I've been here long enough that people have finally stopped asking me if I love my house. I thought I was falling in love with it over the holidays, but it was only the euphoria of being well-rested!

The bold faced truth is that I do not love my house. The rooms are small and have too many doors and windows to make decorating possible. The closets are weird. The seller's agent had painters come in and just slap paint all over everything so all the hinges and hardware, even the doornobs, are covered with paint and they didn't scrape or anything before, during or after so there are paint "boogers" and drips all over. At a glance it all looks quite nice, but when I can't get the closet door open because it's got so much paint on it that it's swollen and stuck shut, I'm not happy. I want to kick it - a lot - and scream loudly.

I like my downstairs better. It's got wall space so furniture can go into the rooms well, but it's also my work space so I don't want to hang out down there.

My bathrooms are tiny. Very, very, very tiny. You can brush your teeth at the sink while sitting on the toilet kind of tiny. The tub is good-sized, though, thank heavens.

There is plenty of storage room. This is good.

The lighting is pretty bad. No wall switches in the bedrooms, only ceiling fans. Downstairs the light fixtures are hideous, in the kitchens, too, and bathrooms. I guess MOST of the light fixtures are awful.

I do love the basic layout and having the separatation of work and living space.

My yard is fantastic! I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE my yard. I can't wait until spring so I can enjoy it again. It doesn't look like I'll have the resources for doing my garden this year. Too bad, but I can live with it.

Plenty of money and a good contractor can make a big difference, especially with the closets and light fixtures. One day....

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

I've Opened an Etsy Shop







These clothes are made from my own patterns, even the pink shoes with the pink pleated skirt outfit. It all began with wanting to make a few outfits for my 10 yr. old daycare child's American Doll for her 11th birthday this month. Once I got started, though, I realized that this would turn into a pattern that will end up in my New Conceptions line. Any time I design patterns, I end up with tons of prototypes and samples so I decided to offer them for sale on Etsy.com and see if they sell. I'm looking forward to designing more little shoes.

Friday, January 15, 2010

Month 33 Down



I'm sitting here and laughing because an old song just came into my mind which isn't about a mom waiting for her child, but the words do fit...

"I've been waiting for a girl like you to come into my life..."

Fashion Firday #17









This is the best time of year to hit the second-hand stores because many people are sorting and organizing as part of their New Year's resolutions or just getting rid of unwanted Christmas gifts, or getting rid of old stuff to make room for the gifts they received. The white sweater, white fur and knit sweater and the Gym*boree pink/white dot dress still have the tags on them, but I paid peanuts for them. The white fur and knit sweater I think was from Macy*s originally and was $50! I am so happy with all the little clothes I've been buying for Apple. They are soft cotton and comfortable styles and as pretty as can be. I hope she feels good in them and that she feels as pretty on the inside and she'll be on the outside.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

The Cat's Pajamas



Hehe, yes I'm laughing like crazy, but my little girl feline got rather chewed up by our visitor kitten, Quincy, over the holidays. Each little bite has grown because she keeps licking off the scabs. If she doesn't lick them, Sammy does, since he's a good nanny cat and cleans everyone.

She's too tiny for the plastic "radar" collar I have and, while it will keep her from licking, it won't stop Sam. If I put the collar on her and put her in the kennel, I'm afraid she'll hurt herself in unhappiness. That left only one option: full bodywear.

I bought a sewing pattern for dogs, but the sizes, as with their people clothes patterns, were WAY off. Next, I bought an outfit at the pet store, but it didn't fit either. I ended up making a lot of alternations to the first pattern, including adding elastic, moving the armholes, making it thinner and the legs much shorter, the tail hole much bigger and the next much smaller. Poppy doesn't mind them too much, thank goodness, but she doesn't feel that she can jump, which is a good thing because she's been in some trouble on the kitchen counter lately. I'm going to make her another pair in case the first ones get dirty since she's going to be in them for quite awhile.

New Year's Day


I have a ritual that I go through each year on January 1st and it is choosing a journal for the upcoming year. I have kept a written journal every year of my life from about age 8 or 9 with the exception of about three years. I love looking at all the different blank books, wondering which one I'll be able to stand looking at every day for an entire year. It also must have smooth pages. I love writing on smooth paper and really hate writing on rough paper because I love the feel of the ball of the pen rolling smoothly. For the last few years, I've perferred a journal with a little Asian flavor, but I have to admit that I did get tired of seeing last year's journal. While striking in green and gold, it wasn't exactly pretty. This year's I would definitely call pretty.


I started the day right with a good session of jumping on my trampoline. It's been awhile because of the rain. I didn't flip because it's been so long. I'm a bit paranoid of falling off my trampoline. The one at my gymnastics club is in-ground.

I went out to the movies at night and the most delicate rain was falling, illuminated by the lights in the parking lot. It wasn't very cold and there wasn't any wind, just this perfect rain. I loved how it felt on my face and I admit I did a few spins around with my arms outstretched and just enjoyed it.