First Snow
Well, here it is, December 6th, and last night we had our first serious snowfall. It was quite amazing to see how quickly everything got covered up with the icy white stuff. I followed a snowplow down a side street, and in the five or so minutes between the snow plow's passing and my following, the road was completely white again. gilroycullen was kicking himself for not bringing his camera with him on one of our too-many-to-remember-trips-to-his-dad's-farm-so-we-could-move. And silently, I kicked myself, because the last time we were there, I specifically questioned myself about picking it up and bringing it. At the time, I don't think I was consciously aware that snow was on the way. That's sorta the way I go through life nowadays: unconscious. I mean, I'm *aware*, but most things are on the periphery except what I'm actually working on in front of my face. Not the best, I admit.
Last night was third night in the new place, and I actually was able to sleep! Yay! Sharing covers is a new thing again, especially since quite of few of those covers are only designed for twin beds, and we're sharing a queen-size. Will have to work on that, but so far I only have one comforter that is actually queen-sized, and hangs down on the sides like it's supposed to do. And the poor thing is getting dry-rotted and old and really needs to have a new quilt top made for it. I made a potholder last night - it didn't turn out too badly, except it's way too big, but I figure that will come in handy soon enough. I should nose through some patterns in the nearest fabric shop and get a decent pattern - aw, heck, I can make a pattern out of cardboard, if it comes to that - but I am not sure how thick I should make them. Last night's prototype pushed my sewing machine to its limit on thickness, so I should most likely back down on that point.
I want to make things to sell. Useful things, things that everyone needs and uses (who doesn't have potholders?) to try to earn a little extra money. I have a box of fabric scraps to work with for now - maybe I'll poll co-workers for their "leftover yardage" and see what people give me. Small pieces can be pieced together to make designs, mostly crazy quilt patterns at first, I'm not THAT insane! But I have to earn more money. This is becoming an obsession with me. I have lost so much recently, on stupid mistakes and then everyday expenses don't ever stop, so who can catch up? I don't like my job, I don't feel like I'm a vital part of the machine, just a fifth wheel or a spare part. Wanting to make things to sell is not a crafty, I-need-to-make-something-with-my-hands urge. B is carrying me, and I don't want him to have to put all his money into keeping the two of us afloat, and I can barely contribute anything. It's crazy, but it's eating at me. I'm so scared that he's going to end up financially ruined because my life is a black hole where getting a little bit ahead is swallowed before it is ever realized. I'm getting desperate, and that's not good, because desperation makes people do things they wouldn't ordinarily do. Desperation makes people do the things that when they see them in other people that they say, "I would NEVER do that!!!!" Uh-huh - get desperate enough, you'll eat your dog.
I'm getting that desperate. Guess it's a good thing I have cats. XD
Last night was third night in the new place, and I actually was able to sleep! Yay! Sharing covers is a new thing again, especially since quite of few of those covers are only designed for twin beds, and we're sharing a queen-size. Will have to work on that, but so far I only have one comforter that is actually queen-sized, and hangs down on the sides like it's supposed to do. And the poor thing is getting dry-rotted and old and really needs to have a new quilt top made for it. I made a potholder last night - it didn't turn out too badly, except it's way too big, but I figure that will come in handy soon enough. I should nose through some patterns in the nearest fabric shop and get a decent pattern - aw, heck, I can make a pattern out of cardboard, if it comes to that - but I am not sure how thick I should make them. Last night's prototype pushed my sewing machine to its limit on thickness, so I should most likely back down on that point.
I want to make things to sell. Useful things, things that everyone needs and uses (who doesn't have potholders?) to try to earn a little extra money. I have a box of fabric scraps to work with for now - maybe I'll poll co-workers for their "leftover yardage" and see what people give me. Small pieces can be pieced together to make designs, mostly crazy quilt patterns at first, I'm not THAT insane! But I have to earn more money. This is becoming an obsession with me. I have lost so much recently, on stupid mistakes and then everyday expenses don't ever stop, so who can catch up? I don't like my job, I don't feel like I'm a vital part of the machine, just a fifth wheel or a spare part. Wanting to make things to sell is not a crafty, I-need-to-make-something-with-my-hands urge. B is carrying me, and I don't want him to have to put all his money into keeping the two of us afloat, and I can barely contribute anything. It's crazy, but it's eating at me. I'm so scared that he's going to end up financially ruined because my life is a black hole where getting a little bit ahead is swallowed before it is ever realized. I'm getting desperate, and that's not good, because desperation makes people do things they wouldn't ordinarily do. Desperation makes people do the things that when they see them in other people that they say, "I would NEVER do that!!!!" Uh-huh - get desperate enough, you'll eat your dog.
I'm getting that desperate. Guess it's a good thing I have cats. XD