605 diaryland entry

 

 

• Jun. 15, 2002

   

  edited before publishing. This is the original:
  
  I didn't use any plastic at all last month. And this month I am back
  on the evil MasterCard kick. Why?
  Well...partially because I found a pattern for leggings for $5 and
  panne velvet for $3.99 a yard. So I'm
  giving it a try. I got enough material for 4 pairs for less than half
  what I'd pay for ONE at <a
  href="http://www.tightsgoddess.com/">faire pair</a>. If I get good
  enough at making them I may try
  some harlequin-colored and lace-inset ones at some point. Maybe even
  alter the pattern enough to fit my
  sweetie's long legged, no-butt-havin' self. And if I get
  <i>really</i> good at making them, I may put them
  up on ebay on a regular basis, or somethin' like that. We (sewing
  machine and I) had the usual cuss-n-fuss
  over the bobbin clattering and trying to eat the fabric and such. But
  I got one pair done, anyway. Along
  with a bodice-type top that I made with the surplus fabric. Found
  out that I'd made the very shortest
  version of these things--just below knee length. Very cute if you're
  Little Lord Fauntleroy. Not so cute if
  you're me with the genetically-enhanced giant calves. <b>And</b> the
  inseam is too short by a couple
  inches. But, live and learn. They're not totally horrible. Possibly
  salvagable if I sew the bodice to the
  leggings to make some kind of bodysuit thing and maybe stick some
  really big tulle on it. I can wear it to
  Gothfest in August. I will revise my pattern and try again tomorrow.
  Or whenever. I used to feel kind of
  bad when my projects and mess would overrun my work room and I'd
  have to go out in the living room to
  have enough room for sewing. But Sweetie's car parts and computer
  innards have completely engulfed the
  coffee table and 3/4 of the dining room table, despite the fact that
  he has a work room of his own AND the
  garage. So ...no guilt for me. Plus I'll finish my sewing in a week
  or so, and put everything away
  eventually. Unlike Sweetie, who is a charter member of The Society
  for Piling Stuff on Top of Other
  Stuff.Also today, I: did laundry & got all my 'uniforms' for the
  bureaucrazy ready, did dishes, and trimmed
  the hedges all around the house. Even the back. Also took care of
  some weeds, since it looks like the
  goddamned contractors aren't going to take down the safety fence in
  the back yard, take their trash, and
  leave our backyard in its newly-fixed condition. I guess I should
  call and bitch them out. I just love being
  the bad guy. I also hate trying to mow, edge, etc. when there's a
  FENCE blocking the last 6" or so of my
  yard before the stone walls/terracing start, and there isn't any good
  way to get to all the weedy crap
  growing in those 6". So I did it by hand. Yay for me and my aching
  everything.Not in the best mood. I
  love my Sweetie dearly...but I end up feeling sort of crowded out
  sometimes. And you also might note that
  I am the one who, in traditional womanly style, does 99% of the
  housework. But, hey folks, here's the rule
  on that: "The household member who tolerates filth the least ends up
  cleaning it" The golden fucking rule of cohabitation right there,
  kids. Embroider it on a pillow or something.