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dragonlady7) wrote2019-02-17 10:22 pm
dragonlady7) wrote2019-02-17 10:22 pm
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grotzrees
We have a whiteboard in the kitchen that is mostly covered with old notes we don't look at and haven't erased (including my recipe for margaritas, in Dude's handwriting, under the slogan "El Año De Las Margaritas!" and as near as I can recall, the Year of the Margarita was circa 2010 or so), but one corner says, cheerfully, "Grotzrees!" and is where we write down stuff we're out of that we must remember to pick up next time we go shopping.
I did the grocery shopping today, but Dude felt well enough that he came with me for the first leg of it. He generally does the shopping, as I am normally engrossed in laundry (sometimes spelled "lawndjree" but there's no whiteboard for it), and he goes first to the co-op and buys what he can there, and then goes to the big Wegman's and gets the rest. I meant to get out the door first thing, to beat the crowds, but as we were preparing to leave, I realized I couldn't find my wallet.
I expected it to be in my coat pocket and it wasn't. It must have been in my jeans pocket, then. I'd gone to get doughnuts yesterday morning. I knew I had my wallet because I paid for the donuts, I knew it came home with me from the shop because I put the change away in the car, maybe I put it in the center console, so i went out to the car and looked, no. No memory of it, which means literally anything could have happened. See, I was off any routine already; beyond that, if anyone goes out to get breakfast it's usually not me, or if it is, I'm not alone-- Dude sometimes goes to pick up bagels, but it always seems like an insurmountable thing for me, so I never do. (I have a weird mental block I guess-- I can't make myself just-- go get them. It's no big deal. No, I either convince myself it's too self-indulgent, or-- I have a weird thing about errands, and I don't even know, I can't explain it.) Anyway yesterday just-- going out and picking up breakfast was a radical departure from routine for me, and that meant that I definitely had no attention to spare for anything, and so my wallet may well have just ceased to exist for me, and I could have done literally anything with it. It could be in the fridge, or under the bed; I had ceased to pay attention to it.
I looked everywhere, shook out every garment, retraced my steps-- but to what avail? I knew I wouldn't remember, that's not how my brain works. I never recorded it.
Eventually we decided, well, we might as well go to the part Dude was going to join me for, because he has a wallet.
We got into the car, and he looked behind my seat, where I wouldn't have been able to see it, and sure enough there it was.
Sigh.
Anyhow. Dude made it through the co-op, but then had to sit down for a while, with some ibuprofen, so I left him home for the rest of the errands, as he'd planned. Which was fine, i thought, but man oh man. I hate running errands, I sure do.
I stopped by the fabric store on my way to the grocery store, because there was a coupon I wanted to use, and I wanted to get myself a ruler thing to use with my rotary cutter, because I can't really use the rotary cutter without one, properly; Mom bought me the cutter and a mat, but no ruler, and I've never been able to use the thing correctly and have cut myself several times, and I want this rag quilt to have a shot in hell at working. So .... I went, and while I was there, I picked up some quilting betweens because all I have are embroidery needles, and i wasn't paying attention and of fucking course they applied the 50% off coupon to the $1.99 pack of needles instead of the $14 ruler. Thanks, you fucking assholes. I hate JoAnn Fabrics, and feel absolutely no qualms about spending my money on Amazon instead, because JoAnn is not local and has done everything in their power over the last twenty years to drive every small fabric store out of business and then become resoundingly mediocre in every way.
I just... wanted the ruler today, and there are no other places that sell quilting supplies within half an hour of my house.
And then I went to the grocery store and it was a fucking mob scene and I nearly got killed in the parking lot and had to crowdsurf through the junk food aisle and did three laps of the megastore trying to find fucking white vinegar for laundry (it's with the salad dressings, but where are the salad dressings? who fucking knows) and it was awful, but I lived.
I got home at like. 1pm. It was exhausting.
I took a really indulgent hot shower, trimmed my hair, took a nap, went out to dinner, and only then did I sit down and...
square up my rag quilt squares, and then begin to sew the quilt! I decided not to fuck around and figure out how many squares I need yet. I'm just going to start it, and then we'll see from there.
So I attached six squares together, and then two more to each other, each a separate little sandwich and all the seam allowances to the front where I'm going to slash them and get them to fray, and I'm going to sit and hand-quilt the squares I have so far and maybe tomorrow I'll go down and make the separate pair into a separate trio, and maybe add it on, and I'll quilt all that and then decide how many more squares I need, and by the time I finish with all that, it'll be nearly the end of winter and I'll have had a project to work on whenever I'm sitting on the couch. So we'll see. Anyway, it's progress.
wow that's a really uninformative photo. well, i'll take a better one in daylight maybe.
Also I nicked myself on three different knuckles with the rotary cutter, and then stabbed myself twice with the needle, so there's rather a lot of blood on this quilt and we'll just see if it washes out. If it doesn't, well then it'll be an even more special quilt.
I did the grocery shopping today, but Dude felt well enough that he came with me for the first leg of it. He generally does the shopping, as I am normally engrossed in laundry (sometimes spelled "lawndjree" but there's no whiteboard for it), and he goes first to the co-op and buys what he can there, and then goes to the big Wegman's and gets the rest. I meant to get out the door first thing, to beat the crowds, but as we were preparing to leave, I realized I couldn't find my wallet.
I expected it to be in my coat pocket and it wasn't. It must have been in my jeans pocket, then. I'd gone to get doughnuts yesterday morning. I knew I had my wallet because I paid for the donuts, I knew it came home with me from the shop because I put the change away in the car, maybe I put it in the center console, so i went out to the car and looked, no. No memory of it, which means literally anything could have happened. See, I was off any routine already; beyond that, if anyone goes out to get breakfast it's usually not me, or if it is, I'm not alone-- Dude sometimes goes to pick up bagels, but it always seems like an insurmountable thing for me, so I never do. (I have a weird mental block I guess-- I can't make myself just-- go get them. It's no big deal. No, I either convince myself it's too self-indulgent, or-- I have a weird thing about errands, and I don't even know, I can't explain it.) Anyway yesterday just-- going out and picking up breakfast was a radical departure from routine for me, and that meant that I definitely had no attention to spare for anything, and so my wallet may well have just ceased to exist for me, and I could have done literally anything with it. It could be in the fridge, or under the bed; I had ceased to pay attention to it.
I looked everywhere, shook out every garment, retraced my steps-- but to what avail? I knew I wouldn't remember, that's not how my brain works. I never recorded it.
Eventually we decided, well, we might as well go to the part Dude was going to join me for, because he has a wallet.
We got into the car, and he looked behind my seat, where I wouldn't have been able to see it, and sure enough there it was.
Sigh.
Anyhow. Dude made it through the co-op, but then had to sit down for a while, with some ibuprofen, so I left him home for the rest of the errands, as he'd planned. Which was fine, i thought, but man oh man. I hate running errands, I sure do.
I stopped by the fabric store on my way to the grocery store, because there was a coupon I wanted to use, and I wanted to get myself a ruler thing to use with my rotary cutter, because I can't really use the rotary cutter without one, properly; Mom bought me the cutter and a mat, but no ruler, and I've never been able to use the thing correctly and have cut myself several times, and I want this rag quilt to have a shot in hell at working. So .... I went, and while I was there, I picked up some quilting betweens because all I have are embroidery needles, and i wasn't paying attention and of fucking course they applied the 50% off coupon to the $1.99 pack of needles instead of the $14 ruler. Thanks, you fucking assholes. I hate JoAnn Fabrics, and feel absolutely no qualms about spending my money on Amazon instead, because JoAnn is not local and has done everything in their power over the last twenty years to drive every small fabric store out of business and then become resoundingly mediocre in every way.
I just... wanted the ruler today, and there are no other places that sell quilting supplies within half an hour of my house.
And then I went to the grocery store and it was a fucking mob scene and I nearly got killed in the parking lot and had to crowdsurf through the junk food aisle and did three laps of the megastore trying to find fucking white vinegar for laundry (it's with the salad dressings, but where are the salad dressings? who fucking knows) and it was awful, but I lived.
I got home at like. 1pm. It was exhausting.
I took a really indulgent hot shower, trimmed my hair, took a nap, went out to dinner, and only then did I sit down and...
square up my rag quilt squares, and then begin to sew the quilt! I decided not to fuck around and figure out how many squares I need yet. I'm just going to start it, and then we'll see from there.
So I attached six squares together, and then two more to each other, each a separate little sandwich and all the seam allowances to the front where I'm going to slash them and get them to fray, and I'm going to sit and hand-quilt the squares I have so far and maybe tomorrow I'll go down and make the separate pair into a separate trio, and maybe add it on, and I'll quilt all that and then decide how many more squares I need, and by the time I finish with all that, it'll be nearly the end of winter and I'll have had a project to work on whenever I'm sitting on the couch. So we'll see. Anyway, it's progress.
wow that's a really uninformative photo. well, i'll take a better one in daylight maybe.Also I nicked myself on three different knuckles with the rotary cutter, and then stabbed myself twice with the needle, so there's rather a lot of blood on this quilt and we'll just see if it washes out. If it doesn't, well then it'll be an even more special quilt.
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