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Aug. 30th, 2010 06:55 amOh, hello there, period. You're right on time. Hello cramps and headaches, I did not miss you one bit. I will strike down upon thee with great naproxen and furious (albeit tiny) sodium, and lay my vengeance upon thee as soon as I pick myself up off the floor.
On the plus side, I won't bleed through my costume. On the minus side, ow.
Also, what the hell, brain? With the dreams about my half sister who shows up out of the blue to tell me she's dying of cancer and has three weeks to live? And why the hell is she, and both of her parents, Asian? Of some vaguely familiar source I can't identify, the women at least. My supposed biological father was the evil dad from Transporter. My bio-dad isn't Asian at all. What the hell, brain? And if I had to have an improbable half-sister, where the hell is Lucy Liu?
I need to assemble my costumes and figure out what the hell I need to do. Silk Spectre's pretty much done, as is Cheetara once I quickly hem that armhole where the sleeve used to be. I even have a stik! I need to do random sewing tasks on the other costume, though. Not sure how that's going to work. Or any of this, really. I might sew these two skirts only to realize I want to go in jeans and a t-shirt, at the rate this is going. Blah. But at least I'll have them, and this might be morning oh-fucking-PMS-why talking. I did figure out that, unless I can quick whip up a vest before D*C, or unless I can find a white corset from somewhere, Herald's Whites are unlikely to happen. This bothers me both more and less than maybe it should or it would have a week ago. Sewing fatigue. But on the other hand, not pushing myself is a good thing.
Besides, I still have Faire garb, clubbing wear, my corsets, and a drop spindle. Oh baby.
ALSO. Someone tell Nameless's half? 3/4? Fae son to get out of my head. And go away. And stop confusing everyone.
On the plus side, I won't bleed through my costume. On the minus side, ow.
Also, what the hell, brain? With the dreams about my half sister who shows up out of the blue to tell me she's dying of cancer and has three weeks to live? And why the hell is she, and both of her parents, Asian? Of some vaguely familiar source I can't identify, the women at least. My supposed biological father was the evil dad from Transporter. My bio-dad isn't Asian at all. What the hell, brain? And if I had to have an improbable half-sister, where the hell is Lucy Liu?
I need to assemble my costumes and figure out what the hell I need to do. Silk Spectre's pretty much done, as is Cheetara once I quickly hem that armhole where the sleeve used to be. I even have a stik! I need to do random sewing tasks on the other costume, though. Not sure how that's going to work. Or any of this, really. I might sew these two skirts only to realize I want to go in jeans and a t-shirt, at the rate this is going. Blah. But at least I'll have them, and this might be morning oh-fucking-PMS-why talking. I did figure out that, unless I can quick whip up a vest before D*C, or unless I can find a white corset from somewhere, Herald's Whites are unlikely to happen. This bothers me both more and less than maybe it should or it would have a week ago. Sewing fatigue. But on the other hand, not pushing myself is a good thing.
Besides, I still have Faire garb, clubbing wear, my corsets, and a drop spindle. Oh baby.
ALSO. Someone tell Nameless's half? 3/4? Fae son to get out of my head. And go away. And stop confusing everyone.