i took today off because like. reasons. i’ll get t

[dragonlady7]

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i took today off because like. reasons. i’ll get to that. but.

the main thing i’ve been doing today is that i wanted to get that roller derby knit dress made and it’s mostly been going ok but like so here’s the thing. i can get an entire skirt panel, cut on the fold, out of a t-shirt, more or less, if the shirt is size XL and if I am really strategic about a couple of things. The first is if it’s a shirt with no side seams especially, i can remove the sleeve and then sew up the hole that’s missing, as smoothly as possible, tapering off from the bit that’s missing. (They do seem to cut a strip of fabric out to set the sleeve in.) it’s close enough, it’s not perfectly on-grain but it’s all right.

But that means that whatever was on that t-shirt is going to be right front and center right under your waist seam, either at the center front or center back.

so uh i got a choice, ass or crotch for this:

[img: a large expanse of black shirt, and at the top center, right under the visible curve where the waistband of the pattern piece will sit, is the image of two silhouetted roller derby players and the “WHIP ME” slogan]

anyway, i have all the pieces cut out, including that i managed to piece the pocket pattern out of the cut off sleeves of two of the shirts, AND I managed short sleeves out of the scraps of a shirt I actually cut up earlier, so go me. I was about to start sewing them and then Chita came down to use the litter box that is right under the desk where the serger and sewing machine are and uh.

well. cat shit is stinky, so i’m going to sit and take a break for a minute. (I should do some writing. Maybe later.)

The thing i took time off for is that Dude is putting me onto his health insurance because his current employer offers 1) decent insurance and 2) it’s open to domestic partners, so we had to go to the town hall to get a document notarized stating that we’re domestic partners. Which is likely the most formal acknowledgement we’ll ever get of being anything, so. Dude can’t see why I think that’s kind of a big deal, but I kind of think it is.

Our 20th anniversary is coming up in July and the thing is I always kind of wanted to get married and he didn’t, and so my choice was to stay with someone I was happy with, or go find someone who wanted to get married, so I made the obvious correct choice, but I still sometimes wish I’d been special enough to get a piece of jewelry and a party. You know? Whatever, it doesn’t matter a lot, but, it does matter. Which is why I don’t read fics with soppy weddings in them, because fuck that shit. Apologies if you wrote one. Ctrl+W! (Your picture was not posted)

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[redstapler]

Ooh, I have Big Wedding Emotions I will probably vomit onto my own journal soon.

It's more Dad Stuff (which is uh...not good) now coupled with God Dammit I Should Be Married Already Stupid Fucking Video Game Company And Then Pandemic rage.

All of which is to say uh...

BIG MOOD.