bye-bye

boring, whatever guys, sorry, can't always be witty

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last night i was going to get in the hot tub in the rain, for one last hurrah, because how cool would that be, hot tub in cold rain! but dude was disinterested, because we’d already hot-tubbed in the daylight, and I was also in the middle of sewing a project and didn’t want to stop. So I was still thinking I should throw this all over and get out there, when suddenly there was a faint rumbling ouside and as I was concluding it might be a thunderstorm after all, there was a massive clap of thunder and the Internet went out. So.

It was a super close clap of thunder too, probably i should Not Have been out in it, so it was just as well.

I finished my dress, instead; it’s an old Topatoco t-shirt https://topatoco.com/products/dc-preenact I loved, just the front of it, and then the rest of the dress is leopard print. Is it flattering? Mm maybe less than I thought it might be. (In my muslin, the bodice was SO short, so I lengthened it, and in every dress I’ve made since it’s been slightly too long! I need to fix my pattern back how it was, Jenny was right, I must’ve fucked up the first one somehow.) Is it comfy? Yes. That’s what I actually care about.

I also used the table here to cut out a lot of fabric yesterday. That’s what I’m missing, in my workspaces: a good place to cut out fabric. I have two card tables shoved together, which seems like it should be plenty, but somehow– the height– they’re awful, and I find myself cutting carelessly just to get it done, which as anyone knows, is doom for a sewing project. Careless cutting gives you a terrible fit regardess of how well you sew.

This table wasn’t an optimal height either. How can I get a counter-height workspace that’s at least 60 by 72 inches? I can’t, is the answer, that’s insane. But that’s what I need. (This is a round table and it drove me nuts.) Cutting fabric always takes for fucking ever and leaves my back and hips fucked up. I don’t know a way around that. (The real bonus of this table though, was that there’s a power outlet next to it. so I went and got the iron and ironed the fabric in the folds I was using to cut various pieces on the fold, and that helped E N O R M O U S L Y, do recommend, can I do this at home, well not really. [I made an approximation of it by heating the iron then unplugging it and carrying it over to the table, which sort of works, but like. As I type this I realize it’s not a surprise I recently got a new burn scar from that iron.])

whatever. I sewed a whole dress, and a quilt block, and cut out a t-shirt and an experimental pair of shorts. ALSO I fixed my serger; a Discord buddy had talked me through some troubleshooting, the tension on the needle and the lower looper were both all fucked up, and I’d replaced both needles, but it hadn’t fixed it, and another Discord buddy in a different server last night gave me a bunch more suggestions, and then I accidentally unthreaded the lower looper which is the worst, so I changed colors and rethreaded the entire machine and then sewed a test swatch and–

it was fixed. I had, I might say in my defense, already rethreaded the entire machine when I switched needles, to no avail. No change! But. THIS TIME it counted, apparently.

So I have a new dress. Depending how busy things are at the farm, I’d like to take the linen dress I cut out impatiently and lay out some of the panels on the dining room table there and put the pattern back over them and trim the pieces properly to size. I was extremely Fucking Done with the skirt panels. I hate skirt patterns, I’d rather just self-draft skirts, but this is nice fabric and I didn’t want to experiment, since I’d used The Pattern Pieces for the muslin.

Then I could pretty quickly and easily and with a high chance of good success sew up a second New Dress, this one possibly formal enough to wear to fancy shit, or at least not bearing sarcastic t-shirt slogans.

Anyway. I need to pack up and load the car; Mom is obliquely guilting me for not spending time with my older sister. (I kicked off this weekend by saying “well, so, since I Haven’t heard anything, I’m going to show up for Mom’s birthday dinner on Sunday, and then I’ll be in town all week,” and older sister was like “oh I can come up this weekend!” last week after I had already booked this entire AirBnB adventure. so I was like “my plans remain as originally stated!” and now they’re like “could you come for lunch instead of dinner” and like, that’s no problem, but then when I asked what time for lunch mom was like “as early as possible Sister wants to see you!” and like. buddy. i know she got in Friday night, i was here Friday night, with my nonrefundable deposit. so I was like “9am? 7am?” and mom’s like don’t be silly. but like. (Sister, to her credit, was like “i gotta leave at 3pm so genuinely whatever”)

yeah i said i’d be there 10:30, which means I need to leave here at 9, which I was slightly worried about when I went to bed with everything a mess but I just spent four minutes packing up the sewing stuff and well that was four minutes. Fine.

(Yes, I’m aware that this sort of behavior from family is hardly worth complaining about, so I’m not really, I’m just saying, that’s the extent of our drama. It’s fine. Also Middle-Little bought all the presents for Mom so I owe her money, note to self!) (Your picture was not posted)

ironwoman359:logging onto discord in the morning lik

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ironwoman359 https://ironwoman359.tumblr.com/post/648354942069948416/logging-onto-discord-in-the-morning-like-lets-see :

logging onto discord in the morning like “lets see what the pocket friends got up to while I was unconscious” (Your picture was not posted)

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culture, this blue hellsite, i did laugh the first time i saw the meme, but like only the first time guys

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nonasuch https://nonasuch.tumblr.com/post/678840665644400640/petition-to-swap-out-the-my-brother-in-christ :

petition to swap out the ‘my brother in christ’ meme for literally anything else

maybe something jovially old-fashioned! ‘my good sir’ or ‘my dear fellow’ or ‘old sport’ or like. ANYTHING that does not give me the Jewish heebie-jeebies every time I see it

[img desc: tags from aimmyarrowshigh​: #for fuck’s sake this #although isn’t ‘heebie-jeebies’ also. about. jews #?]

I am DELIGHTED to be able to tell you that heebie-jeebies is in fact NOT about Jews!!! I know!!!! In a world where every fucking time you think something is harmless and funny for sure this time, every fucking time, it turns out to secretly be about Jews, and I say that with utter and complete sincerity as a super-clueless Goy who loves saying wacky old-timey shit and is genuinely sincerely gobsmacked every time it turns out that yet another fucking thing I assumed was harmless is decidedly not, oh boy, and I said the phrase heebie-jeebies recently and stopped dead like ah fuck, this is going to be another one of those moments isn’t it, and so I gingerly went and looked it up and

🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

it is NOT about Jews!!!!

It apparently was coined by a cartoonist https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Billy_DeBeck in the 1920s as new slang for a feeling of psychological dread (this cartoonist liked to coin phrases and also came up with horsefeathers, for example), and became a dance craze, and when a song was made about it https://slate.com/human-interest/2015/08/heebie-jeebies-a-word-coined-by-cartoonist-billy-debeck-became-a-dance-craze-in-the-1920s-and-a-song-by-louis-armstrong.html, Louie Armstrong improvised a scat section in the recording that wound up doing a great deal to launch his career. Fascinating article at the link.

But– in the end, the punchline is, for fucking once, for once, despite the sound of it, it is not, in fact, about the Jews.

… Not that I’m going to make any great practice of saying it, now that I’ve had the thought, because sometimes, and I think I stole this from Jewish teachings actually, the appearance of doing a bad thing can be almost as bad as actually doing a bad thing? I do not wish to use this phrase around anyone who, for good or for ill, would assume it was in fact about the Jews, and would assume things about my intentions or character or beliefs based upon that perception. But. For the record.

Also, for the record, as a recovering Catholic, I find the “my brother in Christ” meme uncomfortable too, so I’m also concurring with the general theme of the post. (Your picture was not posted)