This is getting out of hand.
Today is a perfect example of why I banned myself from fabric stores entirely for 3 or 4 years. I already had a slew of fabric for a variety of dress patterns I want to try out. That's fine. No problem. But at the sale today, I bought another Vintage Vogue pattern and decided to peruse the bargain section because it was the only way I could afford to make it (it requires about 7 metres of fabric because it's a 1957 dress with a very full skirt). I bought 7.5 metres of a $3 pinky cherry blossom print fabric that was 50% off. When you do the math, it's $11.25 for the fabric. All notions were 50% off, so with the zipper and thread included, it will cost $14 to make this dress (since it's for me I'm not going to worry about labour costs).
Doing the math just makes me want to buy more. This has to stop. I haven't even mentioned the other fabric I bought for another 1960 dress. (I'm nearing completion on the trial run of it and it actually looks pretty neat with no real alterations, though it may be a bit snug, but I won't know until the zipper that I forgot to buy is sewn in.)
Those who have now seen the hideous dress were much kinder than I believe they should have been. People looked at me slightly oddly while I waited for the bus this evening, which I didn't really care about because the dress is comfortable and I can't begrudge a dress that has such ample pockets and that gives my belly room to wiggle. But to me it's obvious it's made with quilting fabric that isn't pretty. Whenever I look into the bathroom mirror, all I can think of is Laura Ashley. This dress actually reminds me of a Laura Ashley pattern my mom sewed for me when I was in grade 10 or 11 with small flowers on a medium blue background. I really liked that dress; this one is OK, but not my favourite fabric of all the ones I've bought recently.
The problem with me is I get obsessive about something for a while until something else distracts me away. Much the same as my tangent talking. Sometimes I'll go back to my original point (or sewing), but sometimes I forget and remember ages after the fact. I have a dress that has been waiting for minor repairs for two years and I can finally finish it because I got the supplies (bias tape) needed to finish the job.
For those of you not at all interested in sewing, I feel so bad for you. Not bad enough to stop talking about my projects, but still.
Tomorrow I'm finally going to get my hair cut/coloured after months of declining style. I got a coupon at work for a salon downtown. Hopefully my fake sister-in-law will be back to styling soon; she had a baby in May and wanted to be back at work, at least a couple days a week, by the end of August. I sure hope so. I'm so afraid to go to someone else who doesn't understand my hair.
Oh, my friend Duncan sent me a link to the new Evaporators' video for "The Bombs in my Pants" because parts of it were filmed at that show I went to in Strathcona months ago. It is of interest because my face figures prominently in the video. Neat!
Friday, June 19, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
on the up and up
Days seem to be a little lovelier lately.
Last night I watched "Happy-Go-Lucky" and found myself slightly bored by it, but aware that there was a lesson to be learned. If you think your day is going well, it's probably going well. It's all depends on your perspective.
Today I met up with Linh and Stewart for Japadogs (the Smithe location) and a hangout. I had the oroshi, which was tasty, but the daikon made me burp for the rest of the afternoon. We decided to follow it up with beer, so headed to Steamworks for the daily special (cheap jugs) on the patio. They have sour cherry beer right now, a 9% stout, and we were surprised to learn that they cannot serve more than 20oz. of it to any one person. We tried a little sample; it was OK, but we prefer the Impanema, a white wheat beer. We discussed a group weekend trip to Portland to eat and go to Target, so I hope it works out. I get to feed their cute little kitty this weekend.
Tonight I had a dinner with work people at one of the librarian's houses. It was a lot of fun, a catered affair to say goodbye to the librarian I'm filling in for this summer. They really like wine, so I got to hear increasingly interesting stories as the bottles emptied. With the sun out, surrounded by the backyard garden, it felt like summer.
Tomorrow is the Fabricland trip and I have an afternoon visit with my wee friend Brittany planned. And then I have cat lessons after to make sure I don't overfeed or neglect Momo.
I feel pretty good lately. This is good.
Last night I watched "Happy-Go-Lucky" and found myself slightly bored by it, but aware that there was a lesson to be learned. If you think your day is going well, it's probably going well. It's all depends on your perspective.
Today I met up with Linh and Stewart for Japadogs (the Smithe location) and a hangout. I had the oroshi, which was tasty, but the daikon made me burp for the rest of the afternoon. We decided to follow it up with beer, so headed to Steamworks for the daily special (cheap jugs) on the patio. They have sour cherry beer right now, a 9% stout, and we were surprised to learn that they cannot serve more than 20oz. of it to any one person. We tried a little sample; it was OK, but we prefer the Impanema, a white wheat beer. We discussed a group weekend trip to Portland to eat and go to Target, so I hope it works out. I get to feed their cute little kitty this weekend.
Tonight I had a dinner with work people at one of the librarian's houses. It was a lot of fun, a catered affair to say goodbye to the librarian I'm filling in for this summer. They really like wine, so I got to hear increasingly interesting stories as the bottles emptied. With the sun out, surrounded by the backyard garden, it felt like summer.
Tomorrow is the Fabricland trip and I have an afternoon visit with my wee friend Brittany planned. And then I have cat lessons after to make sure I don't overfeed or neglect Momo.
I feel pretty good lately. This is good.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
motivational speaking
Something must be missing in my life.
I shouldn't get so involved with something as stupid and vacuous and planned as "The Bachelorette". It's so terrible, yet I watch it weekly. This week my favourite bachelor left of his own will. He's from Chicago and has big eyes and seems normal and nice. There is talk that he'll be back in a couple weeks, the spoilers trying to spoil the season. What would be great is if Wes, who is the one with the girlfriend (and shitty songwriting skills; seriously, that song he kept singing to her? DREADFUL), winds up getting replaced by Ed once it comes out for real that he's got a girlfriend. I mean, Ed asked if he could keep the rose. That must mean something.
See? What the hell is wrong with me?!
Tonight I have to work and I totally don't want to. I have a number of days off this week and next, and am trying to take advantage of the time off by knocking off projects as best I can. I want to get canning supplies so I'm ready to get to it when fruit and vegetables start coming into season. There are a few recipes I want to make, including ginger syrup for homemade ginger soda, and a big batch of simple syrup for iced tea and lemonade (this will require massive sugar purchasing, as the baking push of April/May has left me with very little). I cut out another dress today and can get most of it done before I can get a zipper to finish it. I have enough of that particular fabric to make a skirt and another three dresses (so much of it!). I have to organise my sewing supplies in general because I've been looking for bias tape for a few days with no luck (and I know I have two packs of it). The hideous dress is as done as it's going to get, so it'll go into rotation this week.
My friend Heather asked if I want to go to the enormous Fabricland in Surrey on Thursday for a big, weird Thursday-only sale (50-70% off!), so we're going to check it out. I'm fearful, if only because I have no idea how much more fabric I'm going to wind up buying. I can't not buy fabric. I have six cuts waiting to be turned into dresses; how much more can I buy? This isn't even counting the cuts in boxes that I got over the last couple years before I banned myself from buying fabric. I found an entire box of Repro Depot fabrics that I intended to use for skirts; that alone would mean another 8 or 9 skirts!
These things make me realise how neglectful and lazy I've been the last couple of years. I should have been sewing my ass off instead of worrying about school and finding work and the like. Even baking could have been replaced by sewing, to a point. Sigh.
With my tidying of last week, I unearthed a couple of White Spot coupons that I need to use/get rid of by the end of June. The Giants did well for a couple of games I went to and White Spot gave "free appetizer with an entrée" coupons whenever the Giants scored 6 goals or more. Anyone feel like visiting White Spot in the next week or so?
I shouldn't get so involved with something as stupid and vacuous and planned as "The Bachelorette". It's so terrible, yet I watch it weekly. This week my favourite bachelor left of his own will. He's from Chicago and has big eyes and seems normal and nice. There is talk that he'll be back in a couple weeks, the spoilers trying to spoil the season. What would be great is if Wes, who is the one with the girlfriend (and shitty songwriting skills; seriously, that song he kept singing to her? DREADFUL), winds up getting replaced by Ed once it comes out for real that he's got a girlfriend. I mean, Ed asked if he could keep the rose. That must mean something.
See? What the hell is wrong with me?!
Tonight I have to work and I totally don't want to. I have a number of days off this week and next, and am trying to take advantage of the time off by knocking off projects as best I can. I want to get canning supplies so I'm ready to get to it when fruit and vegetables start coming into season. There are a few recipes I want to make, including ginger syrup for homemade ginger soda, and a big batch of simple syrup for iced tea and lemonade (this will require massive sugar purchasing, as the baking push of April/May has left me with very little). I cut out another dress today and can get most of it done before I can get a zipper to finish it. I have enough of that particular fabric to make a skirt and another three dresses (so much of it!). I have to organise my sewing supplies in general because I've been looking for bias tape for a few days with no luck (and I know I have two packs of it). The hideous dress is as done as it's going to get, so it'll go into rotation this week.
My friend Heather asked if I want to go to the enormous Fabricland in Surrey on Thursday for a big, weird Thursday-only sale (50-70% off!), so we're going to check it out. I'm fearful, if only because I have no idea how much more fabric I'm going to wind up buying. I can't not buy fabric. I have six cuts waiting to be turned into dresses; how much more can I buy? This isn't even counting the cuts in boxes that I got over the last couple years before I banned myself from buying fabric. I found an entire box of Repro Depot fabrics that I intended to use for skirts; that alone would mean another 8 or 9 skirts!
These things make me realise how neglectful and lazy I've been the last couple of years. I should have been sewing my ass off instead of worrying about school and finding work and the like. Even baking could have been replaced by sewing, to a point. Sigh.
With my tidying of last week, I unearthed a couple of White Spot coupons that I need to use/get rid of by the end of June. The Giants did well for a couple of games I went to and White Spot gave "free appetizer with an entrée" coupons whenever the Giants scored 6 goals or more. Anyone feel like visiting White Spot in the next week or so?
Sunday, June 14, 2009
nothing in particular
I just saw the worst subject line for spam: enter her twat like a bull unlayering runes. What the hell does that mean? Unlayering runes?
My parents left around noon for their drive home. It was going to be a challenge getting away from the 'hood because of car-free day on Main. We drove over to Langara to look at the library building and struggled to get away from my house with Main closed to King Edward. I have a slight fear that they'll be stuck on side streets for the next five hours, trying to get to the highway.
There is some reluctance to head to Main for the street thing. I find large groups of people overwhelming sometimes, and will already be around people tonight at the Julie Doiron show. Do I need to avoid people on bikes all afternoon? Do I want to walk around those people that sway back and forth to hippie drumming? But I always think of festivals in Japan that have ramune and yakitori and takoyaki, and I secretly want to see what kind of street food there is. Not that I'll eat it; just the knowing is often enough. Will see if my neighbourhood friend wants to meet up over there. Or not.
The big project for the weekend (er... today) was to get a new commuting bike. With living 30 blocks from Langara, it seems weird to pay for a bus pass for the next couple of months when I could walk or ride there. Because of a lack of sleep last night (coughing related), I'm slow-moving and not sure I can bring myself to look at bikes in the state that I am in. But I need to get on this before I start in a couple weeks. The sooner the better.
My parents left around noon for their drive home. It was going to be a challenge getting away from the 'hood because of car-free day on Main. We drove over to Langara to look at the library building and struggled to get away from my house with Main closed to King Edward. I have a slight fear that they'll be stuck on side streets for the next five hours, trying to get to the highway.
There is some reluctance to head to Main for the street thing. I find large groups of people overwhelming sometimes, and will already be around people tonight at the Julie Doiron show. Do I need to avoid people on bikes all afternoon? Do I want to walk around those people that sway back and forth to hippie drumming? But I always think of festivals in Japan that have ramune and yakitori and takoyaki, and I secretly want to see what kind of street food there is. Not that I'll eat it; just the knowing is often enough. Will see if my neighbourhood friend wants to meet up over there. Or not.
The big project for the weekend (er... today) was to get a new commuting bike. With living 30 blocks from Langara, it seems weird to pay for a bus pass for the next couple of months when I could walk or ride there. Because of a lack of sleep last night (coughing related), I'm slow-moving and not sure I can bring myself to look at bikes in the state that I am in. But I need to get on this before I start in a couple weeks. The sooner the better.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
fighting the good fight
As luck would have it, as soon as I have a glimmer of time off (two more days!) I get the idea of a cold. I don't have a cold; I have symptoms that would imply I may get a cold if I weren't on the Cold FX cycle and drinking tea and water most of the day and gargling with Listerine. But I'm not sick. Nope. Not me. Not sick.
So what if I went through almost an entire package of Fisherman's Friend? They freshen my breath.
Today I missed seeing David Sedaris at the CBC for a bookclub chat/reading. I had every intention of going, but then had my shift today extended and I couldn't really rationalise passing up that kind of money, even though I love David Sedaris and will likely never get this close to him again. Sigh. David, look me up the next time you're through town. I'll take you to dim sum.
My parents are coming to town tomorrow for a short visit. Mostly this is to make sure my sister is OK, since she's still not really speaking to us and it was her birthday yesterday. But they'll be testing out the new sofabed; they're the guinea pigs. (Is that even accurate? Do they do any testing on guinea pigs anymore? Aren't rats or mice more popular in animal experiments?) I didn't put as much effort into cleaning my house as I probably should have, since they generally point out something that doesn't seem like it's as clean as it should be. My biggest issue was moving all my sewing stuff that I had scattered across my dining room table. That took forever to deal with.
Yesterday after work I headed to the SW Marine Drive Fabricland to pick up some Vintage Vogue patterns because they're regularly $30, but are on for $5.99 for the next week. I also got some fabric that was "buy 1 metre, get 3 metres free" and wound up with 8 metres for $30. I probably need to stop visiting fabric stores again. It's becoming unhealthy. I sorta finished the hideous fabric dress, but I don't like how it fits and so either have to take half of it apart to try to figure out how to fix the weird sleeves and the bunchiness at the back or just put in the zipper again and cut out a few inches to try to solve the sleeve problem by tightening the whole thing up. Neither is tempting right now.
I should probably go to bed. A full night sleep would be sweet, though unlikely since my body seems to refuse to sleep past 6:30am. Black out shades would be awesome. I could pop to the fabric store for something...
So what if I went through almost an entire package of Fisherman's Friend? They freshen my breath.
Today I missed seeing David Sedaris at the CBC for a bookclub chat/reading. I had every intention of going, but then had my shift today extended and I couldn't really rationalise passing up that kind of money, even though I love David Sedaris and will likely never get this close to him again. Sigh. David, look me up the next time you're through town. I'll take you to dim sum.
My parents are coming to town tomorrow for a short visit. Mostly this is to make sure my sister is OK, since she's still not really speaking to us and it was her birthday yesterday. But they'll be testing out the new sofabed; they're the guinea pigs. (Is that even accurate? Do they do any testing on guinea pigs anymore? Aren't rats or mice more popular in animal experiments?) I didn't put as much effort into cleaning my house as I probably should have, since they generally point out something that doesn't seem like it's as clean as it should be. My biggest issue was moving all my sewing stuff that I had scattered across my dining room table. That took forever to deal with.
Yesterday after work I headed to the SW Marine Drive Fabricland to pick up some Vintage Vogue patterns because they're regularly $30, but are on for $5.99 for the next week. I also got some fabric that was "buy 1 metre, get 3 metres free" and wound up with 8 metres for $30. I probably need to stop visiting fabric stores again. It's becoming unhealthy. I sorta finished the hideous fabric dress, but I don't like how it fits and so either have to take half of it apart to try to figure out how to fix the weird sleeves and the bunchiness at the back or just put in the zipper again and cut out a few inches to try to solve the sleeve problem by tightening the whole thing up. Neither is tempting right now.
I should probably go to bed. A full night sleep would be sweet, though unlikely since my body seems to refuse to sleep past 6:30am. Black out shades would be awesome. I could pop to the fabric store for something...
Saturday, June 6, 2009
you probably thought i had more upstairs
Does Facebook know something I don't? It's telling me Camera Obscura is playing RIGHT NOW at the Commodore, but I was at that show and it seemed to be over when I left. Now I question myself...
There was a decent-sized crowd there and I didn't have to avoid thrashers and no one stepped on my toes and no tall men pushed past me to get to the front. It was thoroughly pleasant. A young man stood behind me, but didn't talk to me, even though he kept looking like he was going to, and danced close enough that I could feel his breath on my neck. I just had no voice to actually talk. (I said something to two people around me and I think I sounded like a Muppet. Seemed very unnatural, even for me.) There were a large number of young men who knew a lot of the words to songs and one boy gave them grossly oversized corsages made of fake flowers and a mixed CD. Boys have crushes on those Camera Obscura girls.
Tracyanne and Carey wore dresses and heels and hair ornamentation (Tracyanne had a feather headband thing that was actually more chic than I'm making it sound and Carey had a chiffon scarf tied round and knotted like a headband which was also more chic than I'm making it sound). It makes me want to finish that dress fast so I can wear it either this weekend or early next week. Need more flats. Gotta get on the Summer of Dresses but quick. It's time to feel like a lady.
On my way home, I passed by the guy who used to play outside the Black Dog all the time, playing on Granville. It was super weird... There's still a bunch of construction along Granville, which has bunged up the sidewalks, so there isn't room to really stop in certain sections. He was in the nook of a storefront and started playing just before I got near him and people just stopped dead in their tracks and pressed themselves against the gates that keep them away from the construction. Like, 20 people just stopped, mesmerised like rats or children or whatever by the Pied Piper. That doesn't happen very often around here. He's gotten really amazing, though, so much more than when he had the acoustic guitar and the long hair. It made me smile and feel a little nostalgic for those late nights post-Black Dog when we'd go to the Funky Pickle for drunken slices and sit on the curb, half-listening to him play, lamenting on important life issues.
The moon was rather full (though not full) and slightly orangey tonight. I love that it shows up brightly while it's still light out. Tonight I waited for the bus around 9:45 and thought back to when I had a "be home before dark" curfew going into grade 8. I probably could have gotten away with 10pm tonight!
Oh, I think I've figured out why I'm unlovable: I think I smell. Like, smell to distraction. I'm not all together sure, though. My mouth seems to smell weird on one side between two teeth, my feet enjoy producing fumes, my deodorant fails me... I either have to meet someone who lacks the ability to smell (thereby making a dreadful match since people who can't smell sometimes lose their quality of life entirely and then kill themselves, such as Michael Hutchence) or die alone. My two options; neither seems particularly good.
Yesterday I neglected to mention that my couch came with matching throwpillows. This makes me feel adult-like, but not as much as the fact that my Eames chairs match the couch. Now if I just had a more grown-up TV stand and a TV with an actual remote... Then I'd be as close to being a adult as I'm going to get.
Indeed, these are the thoughts in my head while sober. Imagine what flies through after a good dose of gin.
There was a decent-sized crowd there and I didn't have to avoid thrashers and no one stepped on my toes and no tall men pushed past me to get to the front. It was thoroughly pleasant. A young man stood behind me, but didn't talk to me, even though he kept looking like he was going to, and danced close enough that I could feel his breath on my neck. I just had no voice to actually talk. (I said something to two people around me and I think I sounded like a Muppet. Seemed very unnatural, even for me.) There were a large number of young men who knew a lot of the words to songs and one boy gave them grossly oversized corsages made of fake flowers and a mixed CD. Boys have crushes on those Camera Obscura girls.
Tracyanne and Carey wore dresses and heels and hair ornamentation (Tracyanne had a feather headband thing that was actually more chic than I'm making it sound and Carey had a chiffon scarf tied round and knotted like a headband which was also more chic than I'm making it sound). It makes me want to finish that dress fast so I can wear it either this weekend or early next week. Need more flats. Gotta get on the Summer of Dresses but quick. It's time to feel like a lady.
On my way home, I passed by the guy who used to play outside the Black Dog all the time, playing on Granville. It was super weird... There's still a bunch of construction along Granville, which has bunged up the sidewalks, so there isn't room to really stop in certain sections. He was in the nook of a storefront and started playing just before I got near him and people just stopped dead in their tracks and pressed themselves against the gates that keep them away from the construction. Like, 20 people just stopped, mesmerised like rats or children or whatever by the Pied Piper. That doesn't happen very often around here. He's gotten really amazing, though, so much more than when he had the acoustic guitar and the long hair. It made me smile and feel a little nostalgic for those late nights post-Black Dog when we'd go to the Funky Pickle for drunken slices and sit on the curb, half-listening to him play, lamenting on important life issues.
The moon was rather full (though not full) and slightly orangey tonight. I love that it shows up brightly while it's still light out. Tonight I waited for the bus around 9:45 and thought back to when I had a "be home before dark" curfew going into grade 8. I probably could have gotten away with 10pm tonight!
Oh, I think I've figured out why I'm unlovable: I think I smell. Like, smell to distraction. I'm not all together sure, though. My mouth seems to smell weird on one side between two teeth, my feet enjoy producing fumes, my deodorant fails me... I either have to meet someone who lacks the ability to smell (thereby making a dreadful match since people who can't smell sometimes lose their quality of life entirely and then kill themselves, such as Michael Hutchence) or die alone. My two options; neither seems particularly good.
Yesterday I neglected to mention that my couch came with matching throwpillows. This makes me feel adult-like, but not as much as the fact that my Eames chairs match the couch. Now if I just had a more grown-up TV stand and a TV with an actual remote... Then I'd be as close to being a adult as I'm going to get.
Indeed, these are the thoughts in my head while sober. Imagine what flies through after a good dose of gin.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
piecing together
Life rolls on.
The dress using the hideous fabric is nearly done. I have to adjust the arms/neckline a wee bit because it's a bit loose and I don't want to show my bra to everyone (I'm selective), but I will probably wear this a lot this summer. Ideally, I would have a second dress cut out and half done as well, but the pattern I bought for it contained the wrong size in the envelope, so I had to go back to West Van to get a new one, but they were sold out of it. This means I have to go to Marine Drive. Another trip to the fabric store frightens me. I always come home with more fabric (I bought 3.8 metres of dreadful blue and green swirlies bargain fabric). This means more dresses. I haven't gotten around to even thinking about skirts yet. Dresses are so much more complete. All I have to do is match shoes and a cardi (work is cold); with skirts, there are more things to match.
Today my sofabed arrived and I'm trying to figure out the best place for it. I feel almost adult-like, except for still having a poorly laid out apartment and certain pieces of furniture that I've had since I was 17. I sometimes dream about owning an apartment of my very own, but that's really not attainable. It's virtually impossible for me to be able to afford anything on my own unless I suddenly come into a lot of money, which isn't a good way to plan for the future. I wish I could win the lottery. (Actually, one of my friend's brothers won the lottery, about $100,000, and paid off his student loans and took a trip to South America and Easter Island, and now has no money and no job.) Sometimes it feels like people are lapping me in life; owning my own home is the most basic thing and I can't even do that. Drat.
Fun stuff the last week or so:
1) Rose Melberg, Chain & the Gang, Calvin Johnson's new band Hive Dwellers at Little Mountain. Really fun, though the start of sweating-like-hell-at-live-venues season. Pre-show I had ikayaki at Lihn and Stewart's (Lihn made them!), which was totally awesome. Post-show we went to the Foundation with Eva and Marc for the enormous tray of nachos.
2) Went to buy a bunch of booze at the Cambie booze emporium and then had okonomiyaki at the Clubhouse with Lihn and Stewart as a bribe...
3) Caught a ride to the Transfer Station in South Vancouver to dump my futon partly in the metal recycling station and partly in the dumping building. Being able to get rid of my stupid death trap futon I gladly passed over the $6. Got a few pictures, too, including a few powerlines across from the station. Stewart and I agreed the light was awesome on Monday for photos.
4) More shifts at Langara! I hope to be competent at work soon.
I have to prep for a committee meeting tomorrow morning, but really just want to lie around on my couch for a while. This weekend I'm going to Camera Obscura and Jens Lekman (different days), and having a preserving/canning meeting Saturday night to discuss strategy for small batch production with Jill. I mentioned to my mom that I'd be home this summer with friends to can and she was enthusiastic. I wish I'd paid more attention to canning when I was younger; my life would feel so much more accomplished (I'm not even joking. It's a real skill that I've always felt weird about not having, based on where I grew up).
Day 4 of 14 days in a row.
The dress using the hideous fabric is nearly done. I have to adjust the arms/neckline a wee bit because it's a bit loose and I don't want to show my bra to everyone (I'm selective), but I will probably wear this a lot this summer. Ideally, I would have a second dress cut out and half done as well, but the pattern I bought for it contained the wrong size in the envelope, so I had to go back to West Van to get a new one, but they were sold out of it. This means I have to go to Marine Drive. Another trip to the fabric store frightens me. I always come home with more fabric (I bought 3.8 metres of dreadful blue and green swirlies bargain fabric). This means more dresses. I haven't gotten around to even thinking about skirts yet. Dresses are so much more complete. All I have to do is match shoes and a cardi (work is cold); with skirts, there are more things to match.
Today my sofabed arrived and I'm trying to figure out the best place for it. I feel almost adult-like, except for still having a poorly laid out apartment and certain pieces of furniture that I've had since I was 17. I sometimes dream about owning an apartment of my very own, but that's really not attainable. It's virtually impossible for me to be able to afford anything on my own unless I suddenly come into a lot of money, which isn't a good way to plan for the future. I wish I could win the lottery. (Actually, one of my friend's brothers won the lottery, about $100,000, and paid off his student loans and took a trip to South America and Easter Island, and now has no money and no job.) Sometimes it feels like people are lapping me in life; owning my own home is the most basic thing and I can't even do that. Drat.
Fun stuff the last week or so:
1) Rose Melberg, Chain & the Gang, Calvin Johnson's new band Hive Dwellers at Little Mountain. Really fun, though the start of sweating-like-hell-at-live-venues season. Pre-show I had ikayaki at Lihn and Stewart's (Lihn made them!), which was totally awesome. Post-show we went to the Foundation with Eva and Marc for the enormous tray of nachos.
2) Went to buy a bunch of booze at the Cambie booze emporium and then had okonomiyaki at the Clubhouse with Lihn and Stewart as a bribe...
3) Caught a ride to the Transfer Station in South Vancouver to dump my futon partly in the metal recycling station and partly in the dumping building. Being able to get rid of my stupid death trap futon I gladly passed over the $6. Got a few pictures, too, including a few powerlines across from the station. Stewart and I agreed the light was awesome on Monday for photos.
4) More shifts at Langara! I hope to be competent at work soon.
I have to prep for a committee meeting tomorrow morning, but really just want to lie around on my couch for a while. This weekend I'm going to Camera Obscura and Jens Lekman (different days), and having a preserving/canning meeting Saturday night to discuss strategy for small batch production with Jill. I mentioned to my mom that I'd be home this summer with friends to can and she was enthusiastic. I wish I'd paid more attention to canning when I was younger; my life would feel so much more accomplished (I'm not even joking. It's a real skill that I've always felt weird about not having, based on where I grew up).
Day 4 of 14 days in a row.
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