May 17, 2022
Hey @copperbadge, I think you’d particularly enjoy the updated text on one of my alarms.
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Hey @copperbadge, I think you’d particularly enjoy the updated text on one of my alarms.
No! Bad fruitgoat!
*gently strikes own nose with rolled up newspaper*
You are already too far down the papercraft and watercolor and gel print artistic journey to be seriously looking at other endeavors. Put that sewing machine down. Put those patterns down. Put the fabric you've been saving for years back in the box. Right now is NOT the proper time. Yes, tweaking the designs of mid-century couture to make them work for a larger modern woman is a super fun idea. And you'd probably have a lot of fun doing it. Just imagine all the pockets and all the flowers.
But NOT RIGHT NOW. No. This is the year you were going to really refine your skills so you can finally offer both completely one of a kind bespoke pieces AND prints. You're also going to finish writing at least 6 novels next year, if I remember correctly. And you have a large garden that needs planting/tending. And you're going to be working double your current hours come January. And you still have to keep up with your other obligations.
So no sewing. Okay. Fine. As long it's only for funsies.
And then I had to duck out just as practice was starting because I realized I left Little Trevor at the office. My parents have gotten better at recognizing when I’m in an anxiety spiral in the last 20 years (I’m still coming to grips with how long everyone including me laughed off and dismissed my symptoms). Did I NEED my computer this weekend? Actually, probably yes. Did I need it tonight? No. Would I feel about eight million percent better if I spent 45 minutes driving into town and back (and picking up sour cream and cheddar potato chips on my way home)? Gods yes. And even if I wasn’t driving electric these days, it still would have been so worth it.
After nearly three weeks of having The Annex completely to myself, my dad’s music society is practicing here tonight. Shit. I’ve got half an hour to make everything presentable and gluten-free (if you had a good family friend that nearly died too many times because of undisclosed wheat, you’d scrub extra hard too).