shopping spree!

[dragonlady7]

Since I got back from my folks' I'm trying to follow a semi-rigorous schedule for my days. That started with exercise before 8 am, then gardening while I cool off, then some stretching, a shower, and housework (a different chore every day of the week), prior to my first break for Internet at midmorning, then lunch and dinner planning and dish-doing while in the kitchen, followed by a writing session, time spent on Projects off a list of what's in the pipe, and more Internet before dinner. Then Dinner with Z, with drinks, and sitting around sewing during yet more Internet/computer time.
Thing is, I'm not in the swing of it yet. And Sunday mornings... well, I woke up really sore this morning because yesterday I decided that going for a brisk walk with 10-lb ankle weights would be a really swell idea (with full water bottles in each hand because I have no hand weights). I like walking, but I'm in good enough shape that I have to walk for about an hour before I feel any strain, and I just don't have either that kind of time or that interesting a neighborhood.
And it seemed to work well yesterday; occasionally I had to jog a little so I'd be breathing hard, but it seemed to be working. Except the ankle weights gave me awful blisters where they met my sneakers. So I ended up with them around my knees, held up by my ginormous rock-hard calves of doooooom that don't fit in any boots.
Great.
I woke up with horribly sore hips this morning and didn't want to move. And figured, fuggit. I was out late last night, standing around with no shoe inserts, so my knees were unhappy too. Fuhgeddaboudit.

I'll be good tomorrow. Maybe. We'll see how these things go. Mondays are supposed to be laundry days but I did the laundry on Friday whilst cleaning the kitchen.

But I was productive today, somewhat. I inventoried the kitchen and listed everything I need for Pennsic, and went out and dropped Z off at the grocery store (we are out of EVERYTHING; we even used up the white sugar and white rice, and we'd had that bag of white rice for... three years... Trained to buy in bulk doesn't work so well when there are only two of you.) and hied myself to the hardware store, the thrift shop, and a fabric/decorator store (FWS) that were all within three blocks of the grocery store.
By the time Z called me to come get him with the provisions, I had bought $150 worth of stuff.
Tent stakes, tarps, twine and more twine, rope, battery-powered LED lights, tons of floor mats, an awl to replace the missing one, and mass quantities of duct tape.
I also had bought several baskets, at 50 cents each, a ceramic beer tankard, and about three dollars worth of fabric trim remnants that might make a decent decorative edging for kirtle necklines, or at least reinforcement next to the lacing, or perhaps a fabric belt to hang things off of.

Then we went to the drug store and I bought everything I could think of that I might need. I'd been sort of banking on there being a girl in the camp with OCD and a mommy-ing instinct, but she's going to be spending most of her time with the royals, so I won't have her to fall back on. So it was time for my nascent OCD to kick in. I bought every medication anyone might need. I've actually never taken Benadryl in my life, but I have it now. Hydrocortisone isn't strong enough for me-- I need the high-test prescription-only stuff when my eczema comes out-- but I have a tube anyway. Real Sudafed, the kind the government keeps records of you purchasing. (I bought the Jumbo Pack too.) Immodium, which I've never taken but well, sometimes the Pennsic Plague takes that form so I gotta be ready. The Giant Pack of Baby Wipes. Solarcaine. Medical tape. Tums. Guafenesin for chest congestion. Hand sanitizer, in big and little containers. Ricola cough drops. Bulk Pack O'Band Aids. Neosporin. Q-Tips.
I have probably forgotten something essential, but give me a break-- I never take medicine. I'll throw my Giant Thing Of Ibuprofin in too. It's a well-stocked first aid kit.
$75.

I (wo)manfully resisted a beautiful remnant of green sort-of-cotton sort-of-linen at the fabric store. It would've made a wonderful supportive kirtle, yes I know, but I have red, blue, and black already. I don't need green until I've finished the red one (only needs eyelets and perhaps minor fit adjustments) and perhaps started the blue and black ones.

I couldn't find hemp to bone a kirtle with. I settled for buy-one get-one-free jute. I wonder if it will work at all??? I also heard someone mention boning with unwanted weed-whacker cable, of which I have an immoderate quantity (given that I apparently own a weed-whacker. I've never used one, don't know how, and don't know what I'd possibly want to whack around here. So really. I have a lot of weed-whacker cable collecting mold in my terrifying and hideous garage of Shame). Hmmm....

I just am not sure what to do with my goddamn boobs. People swear a properly-fitted supportive kirtle will totally and completely work-- people who are themselves DDDs-- but guys... these are scary boobs. And I am an indifferent to mediocre seamstress, speaking optimistically. How good can it really be? I mean, how good can I really make it???

I suppose if all goes worst, I'll go to the merchant's area at Pennsic and go nuts buying farby corduroy corsets and say screw the 1450s. I hope they take Mastercard.


Also today I spent an immoderate amount of time posting Girl Genius fanfiction to first the wrong community, then fan_constructs. I really don't need to be writing fanfiction. But... but... but... *liptremble* But it's fun.
Hey, it was already written, OK? And written when I was in a much less good mental state, so I kind of needed it.
The problem is, of course, that fanfic gets you instant rewards, and orig fic gets you diddly squat in the short term. Boo hoo etcetera. I need to go draft a bodice pattern now. I swear I really will do it tonight, instead of spending three or six hours hand-sewing invisible seams in an undergarment, which is the sewing I've done so far this week.
I kid you not. Hand-sewing invisible seams in an undergarment.
I am the queen of time management.
I can't figure out my sewing machine.

Comments

Re: walking/jogging with weights

[kkatowll.livejournal.com]

In college, my exercise partner one day got that bright idea, so we picked up hand weights and headed around the track. One circle later we were stopped by the Official Exercise Area People, who told us to stop doing that because we would hurt ourselves. So...I pass on the advice, although I don't understand it.