March 22nd, 2018


Having a clean house and the a/c sorted for the Summer and all my taxes paid for the year - all things that happened this week - gives me amazing peace. My little world, which, let's face it, is as pretty darned stress free as you can get, is even more calm and serene. ohmmmmmmm

I've got nothing that has to happen today and plenty to keep me entertained. The sun is taking a break so I might take a walk over to Uwajimaya, the Japanese grocery. Poke for lunch sounds good.

I ended up with no time in the sewing room yesterday. So I owe me some and I do plan to cash in today.

I just saw an interesting tweet about something called Steroid Inhaler Laryngitis (SIL). It says that people using these inhalers that contain steroids often suffer from voice issues. DOH!! I said this for the entire 3 years I was sucking down Advair! One time Dr. Lung even remarked "You sound hoarse, has that been going on long?" YES! Ever since I started taking Advair. I bitched and complained but no one listened. When I switched inhalers my voice came back immediately. So now my 'imagination' is a thing! With it's own cool acronym. I feel validated.

Ok, coffee's done. Time to get off my butt and get crackin'.


Today I made a shirt that is exactly what I want in every way. But, the biggest part of that success is that I made it from a pattern that I created so I can make it again any time I want.

The problem is my shape. I have the shoulders of a 12 year old, the bust of an 18 year old but one who's boobs fell down all the way and the hips of an elephant. I am one giant pear.

So a shirt, off the rack, let's say may fit me perfectly around the butt but then will be way too big from the waste up. A key indicator of this is when the shoulder seam of the sleeve cap falls way past the shoulder. Sometimes a drop shoulder style is intentional but when it's not, it look like you stole some giant's shirt.

Lots and lots of trial and error. Some errors are not so horrible I can't wear them but some errors went right into the fabric recycling bin. But now I have a pattern that nails the shoulder situation. I can make it with bigger sleeves, longer sleeves, blousier middle, tunic style... a bunch of different ways and I know it will be perfect. Yahoo!!!


Next is to try the pattern with a non-stretchy fabric. Tomorrow. Probably.

The whacko guy who lives next door has brought me baked goods in the past. He's also told me, in the elevator, that he'll be bringing me something and then never does. So when he tells me stuff, I say 'great! thanks!!' and smile and forget about it.

Last week he told me he was going to bring me a lobster. He'd been to Boston and ordered a dozen shipped here. He said he'd cook it and bring it over on Wednesday. I 'great thanks!!'. And forgot about it.

And, then, a few minutes ago, he brought me this:


Lobster, corn on the cob, corn bread, biscuit, asparagus wrapped in bacon and potatoes. I had been kind of toying with making it a 13 Coins dinner tonight, but not now!