Pretty patterns & colors & cool textures oh my!

Yes. I sew. Stopping my corset project to make my sons swim trunks and my swim suit! Yes. I am making our swim suits. Cant wait to see the outcome of this project, found awesome fabrics for it! The cost of the fabric for both of our swim suits didnt even amount to the cost of 1 womens swim suit, such a great bargain! So, now then, along with the corset project i have waiting some tops and a top & capri project… good to keep me busy and my mind off the fellas lol. Yes my arm is still pretty bad and I keep dropping the scissors but I really have to keep busy and stay with my sewing projects they have built up to a point to where I have to get them done, its not even a matter of wanting to keep up w/them, now, I HAVE to! So bad arm no matter I will just have to wrap a big bandage around it and bind it up is all…that stuff wont sew itself together!

Heartbreak is…

When you need encouragement the most, when you are so down about everything in your world, you need encouragement from someone in particular and they encourage others instead of you. It is the most heartbreaking feeling and experience and an emotion you feel just literally burn you inside. It hurts like any burn would hurt. Like stabs and jabs over and over again hurt. You feel helpless and desolate. One of those deep hurts that really makes it so hard to forgive ever again. It is where and it is time when your faith comes in and slashes it all away. If you have a strong faith and belief system, you heal. It hurts, it’s hard to forgive but you do and you heal. Then you learn all over again how to walk in love.

again time to get back to my projects…

just spent $ I don’t really have to spend on a corset supplies. I am really dedicated to this project however. Even with a messed up arm I finished cutting out the fabric pieces last night even after dropping the scissors 3 times from a weak and pain tinged arm. Next will be to pin the pieces together, but reading the pattern directions is like reading your tax form/booklet. I really have to concentrate on this as it’s my first time making a corset. It is a beautiful pearlescent pastel sort of flannel fabric I’m using. I saw it years ago when the Rag Shop was still around. It was only a yard of fabric I thought I’d never be able to use it but I just loved it and had to have it, then corsets really began to appeal to me. I’m ecstatic that I’m going to be able to use this fabric and many 1 yard remnants of fabric that I have and love that I’d otherwise have a problem figuring out what to use them for. I just hope I don’t mess it up. I have to concentrate like I never have before and that is tough for me because I get so distracted ugh! Got to meditate. Got to get this other art project out of my mind I guess I’ll talk to my mom about the other project I wanted she my son and I to all get involved in this other project, I think if I talk to her about this other project first then I can give my full attention to my corset project. For someone who is not too encumbered I sure create a lot of damn stress for myself. D’oh!! Time to meditate I guess.

Total rant…

My elbow has a hairline fracture. I’m miserable. Couldn’t even lift my book with my right arm! I’m furious. Of course I have no insurance so I just have to wrap it up and wait for it to heal. I am a medical/science person so I can diagnose myself on basic stuff like a simple hairline fracture, common health probs etc. I studied skin and bones, anatomy, oriental healing techniques and sports medicine so I just know this stuff if any one has the question as to how do I know what is wrong etc. This rant is just all about it all…I’m just gonna b***h about everything okay? I have my eye on 3 fellas. 1 won’t even ask me for my phone # or doesn’t want to even be friends on social networking but when I go to his shop he flirts and has been really nice treating me etc. He does this stare thing at me. He seems interested but does nothing. Then there is who I call my sweet oompah loompah, he is amazing, I’m so crazy about him but he is sooo effin’ shallow it’s not even funny!!! Yes I try to be religious yet I’m really cussing up a storm… well, I’m blaming it on the arm! I’m sure my lawd will forgive me for it. I know the lord will work and give me what I need the most in his time buuuuuut! I really really like my oompah loompah fella, problem is we don’t know each other too well, it seems like we want to get to know one another but we only meet by chance around town! I have a feeling he knows me better than I know him. I want to know him, I really like him. He is a super sweet super interesting man. And that is the thing he seems to act more like a man than the other fella at the shop. I don’t like shy. I really like my fella to take the initiative. I really like a fella when he see’s what he likes and he pursues it. No beating around the bush and waiting around wasting time. Life is too short to waste time waiting on someone. I’m here with a messed up arm, meaning you never know what is going to happen to you at any given time, why do fellas waste time in their pursuit. If they don’t like something about you but are clearly attracted to you anyway they should be with you while you try and change it hell they already obviously like you and are interested in you…they should appreciate you when you are not at your best and watch you blossom into your best if they really like you and care about you. These fellas have seen me at my worse and are still attracted to me, why is it such a friggin problem for them to not take some damn initiative?!! Yes, it’s the elbow making me rant like this or could have been my last trip out seeing my oompah loompah about town or rather ending up at the same (crappy)restaurant over the xmas holiday. He clearly knew who I was before I recognized him and I’m pissed! He looked so cute without his shades on. And he was so sweet to me. I want to know why we can’t be together. Yes I am mad! He hugs me at the park, he wishes me merry xmas TWICE at the restaurant, why can’t we get together?!!!??? I really like him. What 3rd time is a charm?? YES IT’S THE HURTING FRACTURED ELBOW TALKING!! The other fella at the shop made me cry twice… sooo I’m not going try and stop thinking about him but I sure love how he flirts. Another fella is not as strong a contender as my sweet oompah loompah or the shop guy because he is a new/old prospect idk. I’m mainly focusing on the two that stand out. Whatever, my good creator will work in his own time on it I suppose, it is just the hurting arm talking, okay rant over.

What?! Just whaaaat??!

Will someone please tell me how a shooter with a complete arsenal of weapons can get through TSA at LAX but TSA confiscated my effin ear plugs out of my purse AND a metal nail file out of my friggin clearly marked manicure set????!! WHAT IN THE FK???!!!

BACK TO WORK ME!!!

Have 2 summer dresses to make! Me=procrastinating big time! Back to work!!

I could never be a celebrity…NEVER!

I’m thinking the number one reason would be–because I cannot stomach all that boo boo kissy face grab assing lap sitting huggy bullshit.  You don’t know which one of those people have Hep-C or where their hands faces etc have been. Imagine all the boo boo kissy face shit they’ve done before they finally get to you and you kiss them on that same cheek! Just fkn EWW!! I’m very selective about who I hug and kiss.  I have this sort of human computer scan in my brain that works just like a computer. Yeah I may hug a stranger but you can bet I’ve already scanned them like something straight out of sci fi flick before hand. So I guess now I’m gonna go try and boo boo kissy face my newest prey…I’ve already scanned him so yeah he’s good…heh.

!@$#hungry%#$marketing%@$majors!!!!!

Yeah those little gnats that will try and sell you ur own coat at markup!! I am so tired of a world of retail trying to sell me shit I don’t need or convincing me of something born of nonsense. Foods I don’t know where they came from or how to pronounce the name of. I would, could, should, do and always will only buy things to go in my body that I know what’s in it and where it came from. I don’t want to have to research every damn thing in the grocery store or have to bring a fkn encyclopidia with me to buy my foods!  Like sugar. Read the package–what’s in it? Sugar! I know where it comes from! It comes from sugar cane! I know where that comes from, matter of fact not far from where I live a piece.  I know what it looks like, I know what it tastes like. I have knawed on sugar cane and love the juices runnin down my jaw and the reeds gettin’ caught in my teeth! When I buy sugar I know its just damn sugar. Please people stop trying to tell & sell me some new food that was created in some lab thats suppose to be better for my health! I watch out for my own welfare thank you very much. Salt that’s salt, sugar that’s sugar, seafood that’s seafood, beef that’s beef, chicken that’s chicken, bread/grains/rice/(pastas) etc. that are bread/grains/rice/(pasta) etc., vegi’s that are vegi’s, fruits that are fruits. When I do do my research it may be on recipes on foods from other countries or spices and seasonings that other countries use ok that’s fine and on my own and my own time of my own free will. Stop the desperate marketing shove down throat tactics. It’s lame, people can see right through it and it’s a regression not progression, like a snake oil salesman in a traveling side show!

So this is my new blog?

A new blog to keep me busy, give me some incentive to create something– anything. A dish, a poem, a drawing, a video, a thought~sumthin….maybe even finish a lot of sewing I’ve been putting off. Maybe this is the new form of motivation?