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So I was gonna take a half day yesterday and keep up with the housecleaning but I didn’t, I actually stayed late. Amusingly, in a reversal of normal, I was busy all day and my deskmate fucked off for half the day. It’s the slow season and it doesn’t matter but I always feel guilty when I’m surreptitiously writing fanfic all day and he’s going blind correlating spreadsheets with price changes on Amazon’s seller interface and such. But yesterday I was dealing with listing maintenance stuff and going through all my outstanding film processing orders and processing and shipping orders and stuff, and he was obsessively refreshing news sites to figure out what the fuck that stupid Nunes memo was. (Nothing, is what it was. He was like, it was so much more useful as an unreleased looming thing of dread, why on earth would they really release it? I was like there is no meaning in anything, bro, that’s just how it is.)
Anyhow.
I should continue my momentum from Thursday and make more progress on cleaning my house. Now I’m to a point where I feel like I could have people over. People who I already love who know how I am, mind, but. People, regardless. Before, I just felt like people couldn’t even come in the door. So this is progress.
So, a to-do list I guess. And, a complication: it’s easier for me to work on this stuff when I’m alone in the house. When there’s someone else here, I fuss too much about what they’re doing and whether they’re paying attention to me and whether maybe I could chat with them instead of doing what I’m doing and so on and so forth. And I get distracted and self-conscious and, like, resentful and anxious– if I’m working and they’re not, I’m mad about it, but if they’re working and I’m not, even if it was just the reverse situation, I get all anxious and can’t relax. But, I mean, Dude lives here, I’m not going to make him leave or anything. Also maybe I can get him to pick up the huge stack of boxes he left in the corner of the living room for no reason!!
#1 maybe i can get dude to clear out the boxes in the corner of the living room so I can rearrange the furniture. as a special treat maybe i can actually measure rooms and furniture and use Roomsketcher to figure out if this sewing machine table will fit in that corner and actually I could move a bunch of stuff to make the room more usable hmmm (not that I haven’t rearranged furniture many times in the last dozen years each time thinking “yes this will be the magic arrangement that will make this room usable!” and being totally wrong every time how is an rectangle so difficult to effectively utilize???
#2 the guest room closet is completely full of just– garbage. half-finished sewing projects from very early in my learning how to sew journey, and such. Evening dresses that fit me when I was 175 pounds, in 1998. That sort of thing. It also has the larger, nicer items of SCA “garb” that dude and I own from the several trips to Pennsic and such. I think I’m going to set up a thing on the clothes rack in the basement that just has ALL of the garb in one place, because otherwise it’s sort of spread around the house and a mess. So I’m going to collect it all, and try to make it go away tidily. This involves some tidying work in the basement and the attic, so I’ll work on that when it’s not 0 out, but it’s a goal.
Then that closet can be my closet. The closet in the bedroom has always ostensibly been half for me and half for dude, but he piles all his clothes in front of it so I can’t get to it, and you know what, that’s fine, he can have it. All his stuff can hang up. He can hang up his t-shirts on hangers if he wants. I can buy more fucking hangers. I’ll just get all of my shit out of that space, and use the guest room closet for my clothes, because ¾ of the time I’m fumbling around in the dark trying to get dressed because dude sleeps twelve hours a day and is always asleep when I’m trying to do stuff. I get to have my own closet because we don’t have any long-term guests anymore.
so #3 then is to get the clothes out of my room where they’re on the floor, and go through them– I have set up a Skype date with Middle-Little, she can help me choose what to keep, what to get rid of, and what to give to her, since she’s temporarily just about my size and a lot of the clothes I have that don’t suit me well might fit her. So, Skype on Sunday morning-midday with her, is the plan, which means I need to haul everything out and pre-sort it before that.
GOAL: I also want to reward myself by actually working on a project. I really really do. I’m gonna do some more winter-themed snowflake embroideries etc., and I’m gonna start piecing things for the Fuck Winter crazy quilt. Maybe I’ll start by just cutting out two squares of the blue flannel salvaged from the ripped sheet, and figure one is the top and one the back, and as I piece scraps, I’ll baste them down to the top flannel square for safekeeping.
I gotta look at my antique crazy quilt to get some construction ideas. (Do you quilt as you go? Do you quilt the whole thing by hand? What do you do to keep the batting in place?)
I have photos of it. Here, as a reward for reading all this, here are a couple of photos I took last year or so of my randomly-gifted crazy quilt my uncle gave me that I don’t know where he got. Someone we don’t know made it in apparently 1888. So.
It looks like both the front and back are pieced, and I remember handling it that I could tell the batting was pieced too. It’s just all scraps. But I can’t figure out– I mean, obviously all the crazy-quilting stitches are topstitches but they’re not the actual quilting, they’re just decorative, right??? so how the fuck is this thing quilted. I don’t know what the usual approach is and I don’t get it. I have been contemplating this for literal years and I just really don’t get it. So. We have to think that over I guess.
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So I was gonna take a half day yesterday and keep up with the housecleaning but I didn’t, I actually stayed late. Amusingly, in a reversal of normal, I was busy all day and my deskmate fucked off for half the day. It’s the slow season and it doesn’t matter but I always feel guilty when I’m surreptitiously writing fanfic all day and he’s going blind correlating spreadsheets with price changes on Amazon’s seller interface and such. But yesterday I was dealing with listing maintenance stuff and going through all my outstanding film processing orders and processing and shipping orders and stuff, and he was obsessively refreshing news sites to figure out what the fuck that stupid Nunes memo was. (Nothing, is what it was. He was like, it was so much more useful as an unreleased looming thing of dread, why on earth would they really release it? I was like there is no meaning in anything, bro, that’s just how it is.)
Anyhow.
I should continue my momentum from Thursday and make more progress on cleaning my house. Now I’m to a point where I feel like I could have people over. People who I already love who know how I am, mind, but. People, regardless. Before, I just felt like people couldn’t even come in the door. So this is progress.
So, a to-do list I guess. And, a complication: it’s easier for me to work on this stuff when I’m alone in the house. When there’s someone else here, I fuss too much about what they’re doing and whether they’re paying attention to me and whether maybe I could chat with them instead of doing what I’m doing and so on and so forth. And I get distracted and self-conscious and, like, resentful and anxious– if I’m working and they’re not, I’m mad about it, but if they’re working and I’m not, even if it was just the reverse situation, I get all anxious and can’t relax. But, I mean, Dude lives here, I’m not going to make him leave or anything. Also maybe I can get him to pick up the huge stack of boxes he left in the corner of the living room for no reason!!
#1 maybe i can get dude to clear out the boxes in the corner of the living room so I can rearrange the furniture. as a special treat maybe i can actually measure rooms and furniture and use Roomsketcher to figure out if this sewing machine table will fit in that corner and actually I could move a bunch of stuff to make the room more usable hmmm (not that I haven’t rearranged furniture many times in the last dozen years each time thinking “yes this will be the magic arrangement that will make this room usable!” and being totally wrong every time how is an rectangle so difficult to effectively utilize???
#2 the guest room closet is completely full of just– garbage. half-finished sewing projects from very early in my learning how to sew journey, and such. Evening dresses that fit me when I was 175 pounds, in 1998. That sort of thing. It also has the larger, nicer items of SCA “garb” that dude and I own from the several trips to Pennsic and such. I think I’m going to set up a thing on the clothes rack in the basement that just has ALL of the garb in one place, because otherwise it’s sort of spread around the house and a mess. So I’m going to collect it all, and try to make it go away tidily. This involves some tidying work in the basement and the attic, so I’ll work on that when it’s not 0 out, but it’s a goal.
Then that closet can be my closet. The closet in the bedroom has always ostensibly been half for me and half for dude, but he piles all his clothes in front of it so I can’t get to it, and you know what, that’s fine, he can have it. All his stuff can hang up. He can hang up his t-shirts on hangers if he wants. I can buy more fucking hangers. I’ll just get all of my shit out of that space, and use the guest room closet for my clothes, because ¾ of the time I’m fumbling around in the dark trying to get dressed because dude sleeps twelve hours a day and is always asleep when I’m trying to do stuff. I get to have my own closet because we don’t have any long-term guests anymore.
so #3 then is to get the clothes out of my room where they’re on the floor, and go through them– I have set up a Skype date with Middle-Little, she can help me choose what to keep, what to get rid of, and what to give to her, since she’s temporarily just about my size and a lot of the clothes I have that don’t suit me well might fit her. So, Skype on Sunday morning-midday with her, is the plan, which means I need to haul everything out and pre-sort it before that.
GOAL: I also want to reward myself by actually working on a project. I really really do. I’m gonna do some more winter-themed snowflake embroideries etc., and I’m gonna start piecing things for the Fuck Winter crazy quilt. Maybe I’ll start by just cutting out two squares of the blue flannel salvaged from the ripped sheet, and figure one is the top and one the back, and as I piece scraps, I’ll baste them down to the top flannel square for safekeeping.
I gotta look at my antique crazy quilt to get some construction ideas. (Do you quilt as you go? Do you quilt the whole thing by hand? What do you do to keep the batting in place?)
I have photos of it. Here, as a reward for reading all this, here are a couple of photos I took last year or so of my randomly-gifted crazy quilt my uncle gave me that I don’t know where he got. Someone we don’t know made it in apparently 1888. So.
It looks like both the front and back are pieced, and I remember handling it that I could tell the batting was pieced too. It’s just all scraps. But I can’t figure out– I mean, obviously all the crazy-quilting stitches are topstitches but they’re not the actual quilting, they’re just decorative, right??? so how the fuck is this thing quilted. I don’t know what the usual approach is and I don’t get it. I have been contemplating this for literal years and I just really don’t get it. So. We have to think that over I guess.
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