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I have been procrastinating making a thing on my sewing machine for literally weeks now so sitting down and doing some sewing today was astonishingly productive of me.
What’s more astonishingly productive is that I managed to multitask it along with:
1) doing laundry (including hanging on the line to dry)
2) doing a second coat of linseed oil on the oilcloth tablecloth I’ve been working on
3) distilling a wash of fermented apples I started at the farm a month ago and remembered to bring back with me.
It helps that Dude helped me with the distilling. He distilled, with a lot of help from me, the wash he’d made out of the jerusalem artichoke roots we dug out of the yard, yesterday, so all the stuff was already out.
I’ve also, this weekend, managed to get the basement tidied enough to start organizing Christmas presents to wrap, and got out and inventoried everything I’ve acquired for Christmas gifting, sorting it all into piles for the various recipients. I’m pretty proud about that– every year I buy something I then forget about, and find later, and often I can’t remember who it was for, so it becomes yet another knick-knack kicking around that I’m vaguely ashamed of.
I even found the started piece I’d meant to be a wallhanging for Middle-Little in about 2013. It’s a square of linen I cut, pulled threads to square up, and went as far as to do a painting upon, in matte and iridescent paints– a magpie– and then I was going to appliqué and embroider onto it, and I wasn’t sure how that ought to work but I was going to figure it out as I went, and just… never did.
I ran it through the wash, hung it to dry, and am going to press it so I can resume work. Maybe it will suit as a birthday present for her; her birthday is in 2 weeks, but I won’t see her til Christmas, so.
I also bought a random t-shirt at Tractor Supply on speculation a while back because it was $4.99, and I rediscovered it and resolved to t-shirt-surgery it into something hilarious and cool for Eldest Sister. It won’t suit her, I’m sure, but she’ll be amused, and it’ll be a suitable 40th birthday present. (It’s a black shirt size M that has a wolf howling at the moon on it, which suits exactly zero people I know, but I couldn’t pass it up.)
Her birthday was, whoops, yesterday, and I forgot to call her. Best Sister Ever, that’s me!
… So, anyway, my serotonin levels seem to be much more normal than usual at this time of year, and I don’t really know what to make of that? But I’m not going to look it in the mouth, I’m going to function as long as I damn well can before this catches up to me.
For tonight’s exciting weekend finale, we’re going to go to the new giant Asia Mart that has taken over an abandoned Wal-Mart north of the city, and see what we see there. Dude already scouted it out; apparently it’s got like, all kinds of Asia stuff, from South Asian to East Asia and everything in between. Also live turtles if you want them. So. Color me excited. (When Dude and I first hooked up we were living in Jersey City in kind of a food desert so we’d go to this Foodmart International joint and do as much of our grocery shopping as we could there, which was amazing, because there was a lot of really basic [to us] shit we plain old couldn’t get, but there was so much rad shit we didn’t recognize that it was an adventure. We ate well but weirdly for a while there.)
One of my Christmas quests this year is to assemble goods to fill stockings for the adults. Two years ago, the last time we were all together, I discovered on Christmas Eve that my mother and sisters had only bought things to put into the children’s stockings, and I was appalled, because I fucking love opening stocking gifts, so I ran out to the nearby Wal-Mart and a drugstore and bought a whole bunch of weird-ass little shit to put in there. Hand lotion, chapstick, pens, nail polish– and for the husbands, I bought tiny nail clipper sets which turned out to be really useful– liquor miniatures– cheap socks– I’d’ve bought underpants too, that’s a family tradition, but I think both my brothers-in-law would have been appalled to receive underpants from “Santa” in front of everybody.
I didn’t wrap shit, though, because who does that. I’m dithering over it now; I might knock out a few little cloth gift bags, while I’m executive-functioning at the sewing machine, just because I can. oh shit I could embroider them. i’m overthinking this.
If I were a really good Tumblr blogger I would make little stocking gifts for ppl online and like do a giveaway or something but honestly I suck at this, so let’s not make any promises. <3 I’d love to, though, if I could. Maybe someday.
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I have been procrastinating making a thing on my sewing machine for literally weeks now so sitting down and doing some sewing today was astonishingly productive of me.
What’s more astonishingly productive is that I managed to multitask it along with:
1) doing laundry (including hanging on the line to dry)
2) doing a second coat of linseed oil on the oilcloth tablecloth I’ve been working on
3) distilling a wash of fermented apples I started at the farm a month ago and remembered to bring back with me.
It helps that Dude helped me with the distilling. He distilled, with a lot of help from me, the wash he’d made out of the jerusalem artichoke roots we dug out of the yard, yesterday, so all the stuff was already out.
I’ve also, this weekend, managed to get the basement tidied enough to start organizing Christmas presents to wrap, and got out and inventoried everything I’ve acquired for Christmas gifting, sorting it all into piles for the various recipients. I’m pretty proud about that– every year I buy something I then forget about, and find later, and often I can’t remember who it was for, so it becomes yet another knick-knack kicking around that I’m vaguely ashamed of.
I even found the started piece I’d meant to be a wallhanging for Middle-Little in about 2013. It’s a square of linen I cut, pulled threads to square up, and went as far as to do a painting upon, in matte and iridescent paints– a magpie– and then I was going to appliqué and embroider onto it, and I wasn’t sure how that ought to work but I was going to figure it out as I went, and just… never did.
I ran it through the wash, hung it to dry, and am going to press it so I can resume work. Maybe it will suit as a birthday present for her; her birthday is in 2 weeks, but I won’t see her til Christmas, so.
I also bought a random t-shirt at Tractor Supply on speculation a while back because it was $4.99, and I rediscovered it and resolved to t-shirt-surgery it into something hilarious and cool for Eldest Sister. It won’t suit her, I’m sure, but she’ll be amused, and it’ll be a suitable 40th birthday present. (It’s a black shirt size M that has a wolf howling at the moon on it, which suits exactly zero people I know, but I couldn’t pass it up.)
Her birthday was, whoops, yesterday, and I forgot to call her. Best Sister Ever, that’s me!
… So, anyway, my serotonin levels seem to be much more normal than usual at this time of year, and I don’t really know what to make of that? But I’m not going to look it in the mouth, I’m going to function as long as I damn well can before this catches up to me.
For tonight’s exciting weekend finale, we’re going to go to the new giant Asia Mart that has taken over an abandoned Wal-Mart north of the city, and see what we see there. Dude already scouted it out; apparently it’s got like, all kinds of Asia stuff, from South Asian to East Asia and everything in between. Also live turtles if you want them. So. Color me excited. (When Dude and I first hooked up we were living in Jersey City in kind of a food desert so we’d go to this Foodmart International joint and do as much of our grocery shopping as we could there, which was amazing, because there was a lot of really basic [to us] shit we plain old couldn’t get, but there was so much rad shit we didn’t recognize that it was an adventure. We ate well but weirdly for a while there.)
One of my Christmas quests this year is to assemble goods to fill stockings for the adults. Two years ago, the last time we were all together, I discovered on Christmas Eve that my mother and sisters had only bought things to put into the children’s stockings, and I was appalled, because I fucking love opening stocking gifts, so I ran out to the nearby Wal-Mart and a drugstore and bought a whole bunch of weird-ass little shit to put in there. Hand lotion, chapstick, pens, nail polish– and for the husbands, I bought tiny nail clipper sets which turned out to be really useful– liquor miniatures– cheap socks– I’d’ve bought underpants too, that’s a family tradition, but I think both my brothers-in-law would have been appalled to receive underpants from “Santa” in front of everybody.
I didn’t wrap shit, though, because who does that. I’m dithering over it now; I might knock out a few little cloth gift bags, while I’m executive-functioning at the sewing machine, just because I can. oh shit I could embroider them. i’m overthinking this.
If I were a really good Tumblr blogger I would make little stocking gifts for ppl online and like do a giveaway or something but honestly I suck at this, so let’s not make any promises. <3 I’d love to, though, if I could. Maybe someday.
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