Okay. My Beignet skirt has been finished for a while. I just didn’t have the courage to make the buttonholes. The process was legitimately stalled, as I did not have the right buttons anyway. I finally
made found stole some time to go and get buttons and in an effort to avoid what I’m supposed to be doing now (schoolwork) I decided to get cracking on the buttonholes. Except that it’s not WORKING!!!! I worked too hard on the fit and finish of this skirt to fuck it up at the very end. I think I’m going to see what they charge for buttonholes at the dry cleaners…..
Custom Charm Necklace
A, A, N and M are the first initials of my kiddies. (In age order they would be N, M, A and A)
My hubby is new to ordering from Etsy. Thanks to the Amazon universal wishlist I got to add some cool stuff from there in a place where he could find it. In a twist that only he could accomplish, he ordered two sets of rings and didn’t notice the size I listed on Amazon. So when all 12 rings arrived they were too small. He did communicate to the seller that he wasn’t sure of the size so she was more than willing to work with me on replacing them. I decided to exchange one set of rings for the necklace, which I love (the kids love it more ;D)! The seller, Elizabeth, is so awesome. I definitely recommend doing business with her.
I love my ability to stay strong in the face of much family drama. I do not allow it to steal my happiness in other things. I am extremely trustworthy and loyal. I LOVE to learn. I am an excellent big sister and I am striving for excellence as a mother. I love that I am learning to be kinder to myself physically and, more importantly, mentally.
One of my daily reads, Clutch Magazine, asked this question in an article about Oprah Winfrey’s journal excerpts. Oprah says:
I’ve been journaling since I was 15. It’s a wonder that I’ve managed to be a successful human being considering how pathetic I appeared in many of my daily musings. It’s a testment to growth and grace that I’ve come this far.
I have looked back over older blog posts and marveled at how sad, tired, depressed I sounded. I can admit that I have been embarrassed to share my blog with people I know for that reason. I still struggle greatly with worrying about what people think of me. Let me clarify, I don’t want my feelings criticized or minimized.
I know I should not feel ashamed of who I was at the moment that I wrote those posts. I feel grateful for the notes to myself in my 365 photos that remind me exactly what happended and how I felt on those days. I am even grateful for the sad blog posts because they show how far I have came AND how much farther I have to go.
I am up to my neck in PowerPoint presentations, journal article reading, ALA mission statements, digital and collection policy perusing and other general scholarly pursuits.
Dudes, there is just NO TIME TO MAKE ANYTHING!!
And I miss it. Sniff sniff
I am managing to amass more STASH in the form of notions (velvet ribbon and Venice lace, oh my), patterns (I am pondering making culottes AND a romper, should you all intervene?) and fabric (4oz denim on the way that I hope is what I’m expecting). I cut out my Beignet skirt and have been busily sewing away (in my head). My wardrobe (in my head) is quite stunning.
Cooking, which I can’t avoid, has been providing some room for creativity. I have tried some new meals and techniques recently. I made bread for the first time ever this weekend. Who knew Naan bread was so tasty!? And that adding too much flour (should have read the reviews) would be so messy?
I have mentioned before the fuzzy warm feelings that accompany Shel Silverstein and his work. I still take out my copy of Where the Sidewalk Ends and look at the note I wrote to myself. The one that said that I’d be a writer someday. I hope I don’t let myself down.