I bought some fabric this week and hope to sew a little in the next couple of days.  I miss doing it.  I have a bunch of clothes I can take in, I didn’t want to do it too soon after I lost weight in case it came back.  Guess I’m kinda safe, so will begin taking stuff in.  I bought 2 tops yesterday and took one apart to make a pattern from it.  I haven’t sewed for a long time and miss the relaxation of it, and the creativity of making things fit my body.  I’m tall and so long waisted that I can’t always just buy something off the rack. Plus even though I have extra pounds, my waist is still proportionally smaller, so I always have to take in the waist if the hips fit, due to my J-Lo butt. The last year I’ve taken to wearing jeans and teeshirts almost exclusively since they fit.  I have a bunch of things here I could take in a few inches each and have been too lazy to do it.

Friday they deliver the mag.  I keep dreaming I have won the lotto, so I have been buying tickets.  

Sometimes I have to focus on why a certain letter is used, like today I finally got that Wuesthoff is spelled “ue” because there is no “we” in Wuesthoff.  Wow, I crashed out about 9pm last night.  I got up early and I laid out brown kraft paper on the living room table and created a pattern for my blouse.  Then I cut it out and cut out my fabric.  I had to take a break and Google the mechanics of modifying a pattern for a knit fabric into a pattern for a non-stretchy, non-knit cloth.  I may or may not have done it correctly, but this piece (the pale forest green blouse) is the prototype for the final pattern.  I’m going in now to sew the pieces together.  YinYang is sleeping on the ironing board.  I like having the ironing board set up in the living room.  I wonder if I was a different kind of person who didn’t have an office/temple for a home, if I would keep the ironing board set up all the time and if I’d wear muu muus and fuzzy pink slippers and watch soap operas eating bon bons all day…

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Maybe I am overreacting, but I kinda feel like I did when my friend showed up drunk at my door months ago, after being asked to never be around me if he’s drinking.  Then he did it a second time.  I feel like I should only need to tell someone something one time and they will understand it deeply.  My mistake once again in thinking someone understands me, since I fill in the blanks when we don’t discuss things.

Then I’ve got the situation of trying to help out Ms. J and Ms. D the past couple of months with their business and giving them tons of free info and them not listening to it and not using it even though it could make them money. That makes me feel I am wasting my time with them.  I just hate to waste time being unproductive I guess.  I was on the phone with both of them several times yesterday.  I feel like I start out wanting to help and end up doing it for them.  My fault for volunteering in the first place.

My blouse pattern turned out perfectly, I can’t believe it because I thought I made some errors in cutting against the grain, and shaping the sleeves.