What The Head Makes Cloudy, The Heart Makes Very Clear
Oh, lord. So what all haven't I been talking about while I've been worried over mothers and babies?
So to begin with, and this is VERY silly, but I think very cute, do you remember how when tsukinohime3 made me a new layout, I decided to make myself a new user ID? Well, Marvel FINALLY got around to filling out the info for his user ID, so I made him one too. His is much more "in character" than mine, but still very cute. :)
(He really doesn't eat THAT many donuts...but then again, he might, if there were more donuts around.)
So, back when we had like...a week's worth of spring, I decided to start a new project. You see, even when it was still warm last fall and even the beginning of this past winter, I wasn't wearing any skirts. Mostly, the reason for this was because I didn't have any even semi-comfortable dress shoes. All of my high heels are three inch high or more, and I'm on my feet a lot (a lot more than I even realize, I think). I had one pair of flats, but after a year, possibly even two, of wearing them, they still weren't broken in, and were cutting the tops of my feet. (I guess they were cheap? I don't know.)
Now, here's the thing. I used to wear three inch heel Mary Jane's to high school ALL the time. Every day. With no problem. Now, when I wear them, the balls of my feet (not my arches, not my shins, not my calves), hurt so much they literally BRUISE, and swell, and I can barely walk the next day. Now, before I get a chorus of, "But that was HIGH SCHOOL," let me just let out an unprecedented "Shut the fuck up". I am TIRED of people who aren't even THIRTY yet using their age as an excuse to accept slagging metabolisms, lack of energy for enjoyable activities, and basically letting themselves go overall. I still look like I'm in high school, I still enjoy the things I enjoyed in high school...and really, I refuse to accept that at TWENTY-SIX, I'm too OLD and BROKEN DOWN to wear HIGH HEELS. I mean...gah! Does anyone else find that ridiculous?
Wow. A rant. I didn't know I had that in there. Moving on.
Also, I have my own theory: I'm still 8 pounds overweight. Now, granted, that's not an awful lot...but I'm pretty small. Is it possible that my small feet are unable to handle even that much extra weight, and THAT'S why my feet hurt SO much from a few hours in heels? It's definitely a possibility...and believe me, I'd like to an intend to lose this extra weight, but with all that's going on in my life, and with it not being a priority, I'd like to do something else in the meantime.
Anyway, I knew I needed a new pair of dress shoes, and I finally got a pair with a Macy's gift certificate last weekend I went to visit Grandpa. So, finally, with the weather being warm enough, I wore them to work about four days in a row. They're only about an inch high, so I figured if I wore them for...three months, six months, a year, however long it took, my feet would start to acclimate to heels again. Then I could buy a new pair of two inch heels, and then eventually graduate from those back to the three inches.
It's not the worst theory in the world, and those four days I wore the new shoes went very well. And then ZOMGWINTER! came back and if I wore skirts I'd freeze to death...and I don't like the feeling of stockings and heels with pants. So, back to sneakers I went. (Although I'm wearing my heeled boots today, and maybe it's just because I didn't have to walk as far at lunch, but my feet aren't killing me as much as I remember them doing in the past. I guess we'll see.) Still, I can't wait for the warm weather to come back.
I haven't mentioned it here much, but I've almost gotten back to a semi-regular schedule of updating my websites these days. I posted the latest art here, so that sort of counts, but I also updated BS&G yesterday, and Ohtori Avatars today. Technically I should announce my updates on here always--especially since some of them are at least semi-relevant, Patti, I put up a link to LCM on BS&G, I didn't even realize I didn't have one, and Pepper, I made you a link banner for your site and used it to link to you as well. And I'd like to do SMA tomorrow, but I'd really like to have all of LCM's info before I do...but there's also a ton of other things I have to do for it. The thing about SMA is that the amount of information I'm juggling is really spiraling out of control, and I don't know what to do about it. Perhaps that deserves its own post in the future...
ladyterentia, soronuume just showed me this pic:
and oh wow, I really, REALLY love those designs. So...what do you think? I mean, obviously, we should get this year out of the way first, heh, but hell, I'll be buying that Umi wig anyway, might as well put it to good use, what do you think of doing these costumes in the future, like next year or so?
God, that's always the way, isn't it? There are SO many pretty costumes I want to do, and I just feel like I'm running a race with time (and losing, as I got such a late start--I really envy you cosplaying teens.) It doesn't help that I only go to two cons a year, too. Well, we all do our best.
Returning back to the ever popular subject of my weight (lol), I noticed something this morning that troubles me somewhat. First, a bit of backstory: last night, Carol Danvers gave me a bunch of work clothes she's getting rid of. They're in perfect condition, she just won't be needing them ever again, and rather than toss perfectly good clothes, she figured she'd see if I want any. Now here's the thing: I always want hand-me-downs, always, as they're new to me, and I can never bring myself to go clothes shopping anyway, especially for work clothes. (I'd rather spend my money on costumes and goth wear.) But see, here's the other thing: Carol Danvers is TINY. She's absolutely shorter than I am, and for like 95% of her life, she's been thinner than I am. (Now we're possibly about even--I'm not very good at judging people's weight. I *do* know that she's still tiny for her age--most people her reciprocal age wish they look as good as she does now.) So as she was holding up one tiny pair of pants, or a skinny skirt, after another, I was looking at her dubiously, saying, "I *like* them, but there's no way in hell they're going to fit." But I took them home and told her I'd try them on.
So, this morning, no time like the present, I took out the top pair of black (Gap, no less) pants, and held them up in front of me to see if I should even bother to try to wriggle them on. And I could tell right away they were too tiny for me, as when I laid them flat on me, my waist came out a good inch, easily, on either side, and that's obviously not taking my ass into account. But, what the hell, I really don't want to pick out something else to wear this morning (I haaate getting dressed in the morning), I'll try to wriggle into them anyway.
And they go on! Easily! And they zip up! No struggle? Oh, they're tight rather than loose, but they're tight in the way skinny leg pants are supposed to be tight. Certainly they're not as tight as my OTHER black work pants.
But I *know* what I saw this morning. I KNOW I saw two inches of flesh that extended beyond the pants before I put them on. So, that leaves me to wonder...am I delusional? Have I become like Stan in American Dad? Were the pants, in fact, bigger than my hips, but I have honestly crossed the line into actual psychosis, manifesting itself with visual hallucinations? It's a disturbing thought. Makes me wish I had a witness.
Happy Birthday, thegosv!
So to begin with, and this is VERY silly, but I think very cute, do you remember how when tsukinohime3 made me a new layout, I decided to make myself a new user ID? Well, Marvel FINALLY got around to filling out the info for his user ID, so I made him one too. His is much more "in character" than mine, but still very cute. :)
(He really doesn't eat THAT many donuts...but then again, he might, if there were more donuts around.)
So, back when we had like...a week's worth of spring, I decided to start a new project. You see, even when it was still warm last fall and even the beginning of this past winter, I wasn't wearing any skirts. Mostly, the reason for this was because I didn't have any even semi-comfortable dress shoes. All of my high heels are three inch high or more, and I'm on my feet a lot (a lot more than I even realize, I think). I had one pair of flats, but after a year, possibly even two, of wearing them, they still weren't broken in, and were cutting the tops of my feet. (I guess they were cheap? I don't know.)
Now, here's the thing. I used to wear three inch heel Mary Jane's to high school ALL the time. Every day. With no problem. Now, when I wear them, the balls of my feet (not my arches, not my shins, not my calves), hurt so much they literally BRUISE, and swell, and I can barely walk the next day. Now, before I get a chorus of, "But that was HIGH SCHOOL," let me just let out an unprecedented "Shut the fuck up". I am TIRED of people who aren't even THIRTY yet using their age as an excuse to accept slagging metabolisms, lack of energy for enjoyable activities, and basically letting themselves go overall. I still look like I'm in high school, I still enjoy the things I enjoyed in high school...and really, I refuse to accept that at TWENTY-SIX, I'm too OLD and BROKEN DOWN to wear HIGH HEELS. I mean...gah! Does anyone else find that ridiculous?
Wow. A rant. I didn't know I had that in there. Moving on.
Also, I have my own theory: I'm still 8 pounds overweight. Now, granted, that's not an awful lot...but I'm pretty small. Is it possible that my small feet are unable to handle even that much extra weight, and THAT'S why my feet hurt SO much from a few hours in heels? It's definitely a possibility...and believe me, I'd like to an intend to lose this extra weight, but with all that's going on in my life, and with it not being a priority, I'd like to do something else in the meantime.
Anyway, I knew I needed a new pair of dress shoes, and I finally got a pair with a Macy's gift certificate last weekend I went to visit Grandpa. So, finally, with the weather being warm enough, I wore them to work about four days in a row. They're only about an inch high, so I figured if I wore them for...three months, six months, a year, however long it took, my feet would start to acclimate to heels again. Then I could buy a new pair of two inch heels, and then eventually graduate from those back to the three inches.
It's not the worst theory in the world, and those four days I wore the new shoes went very well. And then ZOMGWINTER! came back and if I wore skirts I'd freeze to death...and I don't like the feeling of stockings and heels with pants. So, back to sneakers I went. (Although I'm wearing my heeled boots today, and maybe it's just because I didn't have to walk as far at lunch, but my feet aren't killing me as much as I remember them doing in the past. I guess we'll see.) Still, I can't wait for the warm weather to come back.
I haven't mentioned it here much, but I've almost gotten back to a semi-regular schedule of updating my websites these days. I posted the latest art here, so that sort of counts, but I also updated BS&G yesterday, and Ohtori Avatars today. Technically I should announce my updates on here always--especially since some of them are at least semi-relevant, Patti, I put up a link to LCM on BS&G, I didn't even realize I didn't have one, and Pepper, I made you a link banner for your site and used it to link to you as well. And I'd like to do SMA tomorrow, but I'd really like to have all of LCM's info before I do...but there's also a ton of other things I have to do for it. The thing about SMA is that the amount of information I'm juggling is really spiraling out of control, and I don't know what to do about it. Perhaps that deserves its own post in the future...
ladyterentia, soronuume just showed me this pic:
and oh wow, I really, REALLY love those designs. So...what do you think? I mean, obviously, we should get this year out of the way first, heh, but hell, I'll be buying that Umi wig anyway, might as well put it to good use, what do you think of doing these costumes in the future, like next year or so?
God, that's always the way, isn't it? There are SO many pretty costumes I want to do, and I just feel like I'm running a race with time (and losing, as I got such a late start--I really envy you cosplaying teens.) It doesn't help that I only go to two cons a year, too. Well, we all do our best.
Returning back to the ever popular subject of my weight (lol), I noticed something this morning that troubles me somewhat. First, a bit of backstory: last night, Carol Danvers gave me a bunch of work clothes she's getting rid of. They're in perfect condition, she just won't be needing them ever again, and rather than toss perfectly good clothes, she figured she'd see if I want any. Now here's the thing: I always want hand-me-downs, always, as they're new to me, and I can never bring myself to go clothes shopping anyway, especially for work clothes. (I'd rather spend my money on costumes and goth wear.) But see, here's the other thing: Carol Danvers is TINY. She's absolutely shorter than I am, and for like 95% of her life, she's been thinner than I am. (Now we're possibly about even--I'm not very good at judging people's weight. I *do* know that she's still tiny for her age--most people her reciprocal age wish they look as good as she does now.) So as she was holding up one tiny pair of pants, or a skinny skirt, after another, I was looking at her dubiously, saying, "I *like* them, but there's no way in hell they're going to fit." But I took them home and told her I'd try them on.
So, this morning, no time like the present, I took out the top pair of black (Gap, no less) pants, and held them up in front of me to see if I should even bother to try to wriggle them on. And I could tell right away they were too tiny for me, as when I laid them flat on me, my waist came out a good inch, easily, on either side, and that's obviously not taking my ass into account. But, what the hell, I really don't want to pick out something else to wear this morning (I haaate getting dressed in the morning), I'll try to wriggle into them anyway.
And they go on! Easily! And they zip up! No struggle? Oh, they're tight rather than loose, but they're tight in the way skinny leg pants are supposed to be tight. Certainly they're not as tight as my OTHER black work pants.
But I *know* what I saw this morning. I KNOW I saw two inches of flesh that extended beyond the pants before I put them on. So, that leaves me to wonder...am I delusional? Have I become like Stan in American Dad? Were the pants, in fact, bigger than my hips, but I have honestly crossed the line into actual psychosis, manifesting itself with visual hallucinations? It's a disturbing thought. Makes me wish I had a witness.
Happy Birthday, thegosv!