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Operation: Badon Garb
I have my apron dress finished, and have ordered trim for the skirt.
The muslin underskirt is nearly finished, the waist needs to be sewn up and then the skirt needs to be hemmed.
I have the pieces of the Viking Apron cut out, but not hemmed over. Still have figured out how to attach the jewelry to it, either.
Nate's currently looking up patterns for garb pants. We need to get his measurements, as well.
Still on the lookout for a coarse, heavy wool, but I don't think I'll find it before next week, so a lighter wool might be necessary. Part of me thinks that because of insufficient funds, I might have to cheat and purchase fleece, instead. Even the huge Joann's in Taylor doesn't carry heavy wool, which is frustrating. Wearing wool during Badon would SO work. Gah.
Today I didn't work on anything, I took a health day.
I had the worst asthma attack of my life last night. I was having minimal problems with my breathing, so I sat up most of the night playing video games, and waiting for my breathing to calm down. Once it had, I turned out light out and laid down. After a few minutes, I got extremely gassy from the pepsi I had drank, and, since it was bugging me, I sat up and took a couple of Rolaids, which did their job within minutes. I lay down once more.
About five minutes after the Rolaids took effect, my nose started running and my lungs worked themselves up again, and I started coughing. So I got out of bed, came downstairs, and took a dose of cough syrup, and tried to go to sleep, again.
Before long I was sitting up, wheezing, coughing, gasping for air, and blowing my nose and sneezing whenever I could draw breath. I tried unsuccessfully to cope with it on my own, before I stumbled out of my bedroom and down the hall to Nate.
I guess that was more or less of a bad idea. It was 6 am and Nate was tired and out of it and couldn't really do anything useful, so he just sat there rubbing my back. As for myself, the cough syrup was taking effect, I think, and I felt like I was going to pass out any second. I was still blowing my nose and gasping, but I started to feel as though my lungs would only inflate because I was forcing them to. A couple of times I stopped trying and tried to let myself pass out, but Nate would notice I had stopped breathing and freak out and shake me awake.
It took a couple of hours, but we managed to get me back under control without having to go to the hospital. I basically had to wait until the medication had worked its way through my system, and then I dragged Nate with me back to my bed and cuddled up to him for sleep.
Still wheezing now, but not NEARLY as bad as all that.
Nate and I are still trying not to think about Barney. He mentioned that he feels like he dreamed the whole band practice. I don't think I've ever lost a close friend before. Plenty of family members and a few classmates or teachers, but no close friends. I keep thinking about his house being all empty and stripped and DIRTY (God Barney would hate that!), and then forcing myself to think Badon Garb so I won't get upset. And all those stupid statues of Jesus and Mary in his basement! I wonder what became of all that. I can't believe he didn't even know we were engaged! After he pushed Nate so hard to ask me out while we were living with him. After he called Nate all manner of dirty names and told him he loved me and just didn't know it.
Sadine still hasn't emailed me back and I think I've lost a friend because of stupid, senseless drama. I don't know if I'm still in her wedding or if she's still in mine, and I'm confused and hurt by the fact that she won't talk to me. It's ridiculous.
I'm worried about my cousin, who's supposed to pop any day now. I don't want her to go into labor during Badon while I'm hours and hours away and can't go be with her. The baby's actually due today, the 19th. o_O
I'm pissed about Jenny's situation, and the fact that, once again, I have no idea how to help, or even if I can. I miss you Jenny! You're getting tons of hugs and cuddles next time we meet.
I feel entirely disconnected from the world, because my whole world is a huddle of dagorhirrim, who are all currently entrapped in a tangled mess of gossip and drama, and I feel dirty for being a part of it. All I could think about today was riding back from Rag a few years ago with Kayle and Fairion, singing stupid songs and laughing about the people on the street. No units. No drama. The ability to hang out with Eryndor people who are in a different section of Eryndor or a different part of the storyline seems like a far away dream anymore, or a fairytale, and I don't like it.
The only bizarre thing that happened today was Kaylynn texted me out of the blue, was planning on stopping at Munson practice but didn't because Nate and I weren't there today, and she wants us to go to Frankenmuth with her and Sturm on Sunday. Weird! I think I'm going to take her up on it, though. I need to talk to the friends I've had since elementary school, who will laugh with me and not get mad at me for no reason.
I think my mom's relationship might be coming to an end after five years. That mixed with the fact that her car is still dead and the autoshop can't find an engine for it and she can't afford to fix it anyway, so she's walking to work and taking the stupid TARTA bus to school and won't have the money to help us with the hall or buy christmas presents for the girls, and I can't help her any more than I can help anyone else that I love, is upsetting to me. She thinks she's annoying me by calling and ranting, but listening is the only thing I can offer her at the moment. I have no problem listening to her; she's listened to every petty problem that's come my way for 20 years.
*sigh* I suppose I'll leave before I post any more depressing bullshit. o_O Later guys.
I have my apron dress finished, and have ordered trim for the skirt.
The muslin underskirt is nearly finished, the waist needs to be sewn up and then the skirt needs to be hemmed.
I have the pieces of the Viking Apron cut out, but not hemmed over. Still have figured out how to attach the jewelry to it, either.
Nate's currently looking up patterns for garb pants. We need to get his measurements, as well.
Still on the lookout for a coarse, heavy wool, but I don't think I'll find it before next week, so a lighter wool might be necessary. Part of me thinks that because of insufficient funds, I might have to cheat and purchase fleece, instead. Even the huge Joann's in Taylor doesn't carry heavy wool, which is frustrating. Wearing wool during Badon would SO work. Gah.
Today I didn't work on anything, I took a health day.
I had the worst asthma attack of my life last night. I was having minimal problems with my breathing, so I sat up most of the night playing video games, and waiting for my breathing to calm down. Once it had, I turned out light out and laid down. After a few minutes, I got extremely gassy from the pepsi I had drank, and, since it was bugging me, I sat up and took a couple of Rolaids, which did their job within minutes. I lay down once more.
About five minutes after the Rolaids took effect, my nose started running and my lungs worked themselves up again, and I started coughing. So I got out of bed, came downstairs, and took a dose of cough syrup, and tried to go to sleep, again.
Before long I was sitting up, wheezing, coughing, gasping for air, and blowing my nose and sneezing whenever I could draw breath. I tried unsuccessfully to cope with it on my own, before I stumbled out of my bedroom and down the hall to Nate.
I guess that was more or less of a bad idea. It was 6 am and Nate was tired and out of it and couldn't really do anything useful, so he just sat there rubbing my back. As for myself, the cough syrup was taking effect, I think, and I felt like I was going to pass out any second. I was still blowing my nose and gasping, but I started to feel as though my lungs would only inflate because I was forcing them to. A couple of times I stopped trying and tried to let myself pass out, but Nate would notice I had stopped breathing and freak out and shake me awake.
It took a couple of hours, but we managed to get me back under control without having to go to the hospital. I basically had to wait until the medication had worked its way through my system, and then I dragged Nate with me back to my bed and cuddled up to him for sleep.
Still wheezing now, but not NEARLY as bad as all that.
Nate and I are still trying not to think about Barney. He mentioned that he feels like he dreamed the whole band practice. I don't think I've ever lost a close friend before. Plenty of family members and a few classmates or teachers, but no close friends. I keep thinking about his house being all empty and stripped and DIRTY (God Barney would hate that!), and then forcing myself to think Badon Garb so I won't get upset. And all those stupid statues of Jesus and Mary in his basement! I wonder what became of all that. I can't believe he didn't even know we were engaged! After he pushed Nate so hard to ask me out while we were living with him. After he called Nate all manner of dirty names and told him he loved me and just didn't know it.
Sadine still hasn't emailed me back and I think I've lost a friend because of stupid, senseless drama. I don't know if I'm still in her wedding or if she's still in mine, and I'm confused and hurt by the fact that she won't talk to me. It's ridiculous.
I'm worried about my cousin, who's supposed to pop any day now. I don't want her to go into labor during Badon while I'm hours and hours away and can't go be with her. The baby's actually due today, the 19th. o_O
I'm pissed about Jenny's situation, and the fact that, once again, I have no idea how to help, or even if I can. I miss you Jenny! You're getting tons of hugs and cuddles next time we meet.
I feel entirely disconnected from the world, because my whole world is a huddle of dagorhirrim, who are all currently entrapped in a tangled mess of gossip and drama, and I feel dirty for being a part of it. All I could think about today was riding back from Rag a few years ago with Kayle and Fairion, singing stupid songs and laughing about the people on the street. No units. No drama. The ability to hang out with Eryndor people who are in a different section of Eryndor or a different part of the storyline seems like a far away dream anymore, or a fairytale, and I don't like it.
The only bizarre thing that happened today was Kaylynn texted me out of the blue, was planning on stopping at Munson practice but didn't because Nate and I weren't there today, and she wants us to go to Frankenmuth with her and Sturm on Sunday. Weird! I think I'm going to take her up on it, though. I need to talk to the friends I've had since elementary school, who will laugh with me and not get mad at me for no reason.
I think my mom's relationship might be coming to an end after five years. That mixed with the fact that her car is still dead and the autoshop can't find an engine for it and she can't afford to fix it anyway, so she's walking to work and taking the stupid TARTA bus to school and won't have the money to help us with the hall or buy christmas presents for the girls, and I can't help her any more than I can help anyone else that I love, is upsetting to me. She thinks she's annoying me by calling and ranting, but listening is the only thing I can offer her at the moment. I have no problem listening to her; she's listened to every petty problem that's come my way for 20 years.
*sigh* I suppose I'll leave before I post any more depressing bullshit. o_O Later guys.