rowangolightly: (Susi - current)
But that's ok; I haven't got much else to do right now anyway.

This client who is the mother of one of this year's Renfaire clients, the oh-so-handsome young man who had to drop out of cast because he couldn't make site day. Anyway, she is a delight and has expressed joy at finding a seamstress to work with. She understands (finally) that I don't do alterations but she has a wonderful sense of style and has garments in mind that she wants made. Plus older garments of her mother's that she wants me to recreate. She's tall and gorgeous and a twin; got to meet the other one today, for whom she had me make jammies out of the bamboo velvet velour and then 2 pairs for herself. This is the stuff I've been grousing about on Facebook. It's harder to work on than regular velvet due to being stretchy, so applying non-bias organza around the neck edge as seam binding to finish it is a nightmare but I am just that damned good. She understands enough about sewing to appreciate the difficulty and time it takes.
She's also the first person to actually buy one of my necklace/earrings sets; the one that I mentioned "if it came in silver, I'd want it", well she did.

I have a promising first date tomorrow evening with a very nice man named Gary. He lives in Parkville and works with the School district there. He's a widower and has 4 children with one teenager still living at home. Ages from 15 to 39 or as he described it, "from diapers to Depends." He has hobbies of oil painting and making stained glass, a good sense of humor and a wonderful communicating style; displays a good and not creepy interest in what I'm doing but doesn't email every single day (doesn't cling as the last one did!) He emailed me yesterday with the greeting "Happy Eve of first date" which I told him I thought was both clever and amusing. So wish me luck.

Now I have to go get ready for the great maybe-shows-up, maybe-not, ooops, now I'm in basic training, out of town client. This is WHY I loathe out of town clients and swear I'm not doing this any more! This is the steam punk Little Red (brown) Riding hood one and I'm SO sick of it. Ah well, to finish it soon, I hope.

Getting the new-to-me car back again tomorrow, now with safer tires and wheels! And then I must get it licensed legally; I didn't realize the tag was expired until the tow guy pointed it out. I DO NOT need a ticket on top of everything else. I'm going to have to find out where to go and what I need to take with me (other than the title) because I have no fucking clue. I also need to get my own license updated (birth certificate, old passport, old license) so I might as well do it all at once. OH, and I MUST get to the bank tomorrow to make a big deposit. This car shenanigans have kept me from getting there.

Tonight I'm feeling very hopeful for the next year. I'll take it. No matter the losses and bad events of this year, I'd much rather look into the coming year with hope and anticipation. Hell, if this date goes well, I may even have a date for NYE which would really be a kick; rushing things a lot, but a kick.

And above all, I am incredibly grateful for my lovely friends.

Aargh!

Aug. 7th, 2015 05:39 pm
rowangolightly: (Default)
Frustration is the name of the game, yesterday and today.

First is with my #$^#%&^ laptop which freezes up *all* the time with the "unresponsive script" crap. I SO need a new laptop!

Second is with my goddamned car which is the last piece of shit leftover from the marriage. If I had the money, I'd just dump it and get something else. I need to have it taken in to see why metal is grinding against metal, or someone to come and look at the damned thing, someone who knows what they are doing and will follow through with diagnosing it. I'm terrified that whatever-it-is that's wrong is just going to snap and I'll be in a horrible accident and kill other people. It really is that bad.

Third is the glasses thing; I tried ordering online but get stopped time and again with either stuff I don't know, like my distance between my pupils and then once I get that figured out, the glasses I want aren't available in the DP number and I can't figure out what to do about it.

Fourth is my sewing machine which occasionally just randomly goes into a decorative stitch that goes backward and then forward. I CANNOT AFFORD to not be without it and this is the one that supposedly was just repaired; the newer one needs to go in but I can't afford that either.

Can frustration be terminal? If so, I'm close. I can't take much more of all my shit not working at the same time, all of it.

EDIT: I should have fucking called the glasses site yesterday. Apparently I can't order anything from them with a difference in my PD in gradient bifocals. FUCK! Why does everything have to be so hard!
rowangolightly: (Default)
The foot is still quite painful but then, bone bruises last a freakin' long time. It IS a lot better; Star's Reiki helped a lot.

The hand is a concern, too, as the bunch of scar tissue on the heel of my right hand keeps me from using it to apply pressure to anything; it's a sharp pain whenever I do. Not sure what to do about that.

I am going to order a pair of summer shoes that hopefully will not rub or constrain the top of my right foot, without also looking like I'm wearing an old lady shoe.

And I'm fighting the baby slugs for my strawberries. That 'bowl of beer' thing does NOT work at all.

Crickets in the dating department. The mid-30's doctor just disappeared; oh well, I hadn't counted on that much either. And if David lived closer, I have no doubt we'd be dating more but he's busy, I'm busy and he lives 2 hours away. I'm not too hopeful on that one, nice as he is.

And work...lots of work.

Gah!

Nov. 19th, 2014 12:49 pm
rowangolightly: (Rowan!)
Stress stress stress stress

November often sucks; this one is no different although last year was. Last year I had the wonderful job of the Ecclesiastical robes that Central Pres hired me to make for Heidi Peterson. That *totally* made my November and December last year.

This year, not so much. Everyone is thinking about the holidays, and not about getting stuff sewn. I'd hoped to avoid this stress this year, but no. Everybody's "after Thanksgiving, is that ok?" And what am I supposed to say, "NO, interrupt your comfy Thanksgiving and holiday and vacation plans, please." That'd go over like a ton of bricks.

But other than this one cloak I'll deliver on Monday, I have NO other jobs paying off during November. I have $200 or so in the bank toward rent and it's after the 15th. I'm trying unsuccessfully not to freak the fuck out. I have no money to get holiday groceries nor the mood to make them to eat by myself.

I hate November. I hate being single and having no family, no safety-net and scared about my financial security all the time. I fucking hate it. And now Thanksgiving plans have fallen through so I either stay at home alone or I finagle my way into someone else's celebration which I also fucking hate. Being a 5th wheel for a holiday dinner is a major depression trigger for me but staying home alone is worse.

EDIT: I bit the bullet and accepted an invitation. We'll see. It's at a Chorus friends home but I swear if the dining table conversation goes to conservative politics, I will leave.

I have no idea what Chip's holiday plans are but I hope to see him on Saturday so we'll see.
rowangolightly: (Rowan!)
I need to keep at this to keep accountable. I don't know if this is seasonal, depression and mourning, new normal for me...or what.

But a dear friend asked me how I was this morning and this is what I said.
It's accurate and smack on, so I'll just post it here as my update.

"Lots of work to do, not enough time. Must do the work to get the money, not really feeling like it. Good things happening, but I feel numb-ish.

Wanna just take a day off and drink tea and read but I can't, not and get done.

Just REALLY really tired of pushing and pushing and not really getting any break. If I take a break, then I'm behind in my work. But if I don't take breaks, work doesn't go well."

The singing/music rehearsals and lessons are great and makes me feel alive and then I come home and go back into a haze. I really want to stop this merry-go-round and find another ride to get on; one that is fun and happy and where I interact on a personal level with a loved one and build a happy home and take care of someone and be taken care of.

Dating Chip is fun and I enjoy it but it's sure going nowhere fast. I can't push and I suspect that he's holding stuff back as I am; one simply can't be 100% transparent, simply not possible nor desirable. I'm just taking the time we have and enjoying it; about all I can do.

I had to turn some work back to a woman who has been bugging me about it. I should have been honest and said, "Look, I just don't want to do this project; it's not my type of thing." Actually, I DID say that but she pressured me and said she couldn't find anyone else to do it. It's a dumb jacket that she designed that she thinks she's going to get rich on but it's ugly and will have a very limited appeal plus she doesn't want to pay me much to make it up.

So I procrastinated, as I often do when there isn't a hard deadline. Yesterday she called me and got all whiny and demanding and dithered between still wanting me to make it and wanting me to send her back the fabric. I finally snapped and said, "Make up your mind!" Then she dithered as to whether I should mail it or meet her somewhere. So I'm mailing her stuff back and she'll supposedly reimburse me for the shipping but I doubt that'll ever happen. It's a fairly big box; about 15" x 15" from all the materials she kept mailing me. She honestly has forgotten how much she sent me and kept saying, "do you have enough stuff to make this" and sending me more. I think she'll be honestly astonished as to how much material is actually there.

I took this job reluctantly and now that I'm hammered with work, this is what happens. I accept my responsibility in this situation totally. I don't need this sort of crap but the exchange triggered my insecurities and my feelings of lack of worth. And now I have to spend money to ship her fabric back.

Bah.
rowangolightly: (Rowan!)
After the client was here all day Friday working on her dress, I ended up working a 10 hour day but she ran me to my chiro appt and then took us out to lunch so it was great; she's a pretty nifty gal if a bit emo and well, actually a bit crazy but who am I to judge, right? She had a rough time and was hospitalized for awhile after a nervous breakdown. But I believe that being excommunicated from the Mormon Church, I can certainly understand. I'm very fond of her and feel very comfortable with her. Thing is, she and I have gotten pretty close and we have the agreement that we'll be totally candid and so I tell her when I think she's screwing up and why, from the benefit of my screwing up but I do so lovingly. And she takes it well; she may not listen to me but that's part of the deal. I advise her and she gets to take it...or not. But then we discuss it and we're cool. See, that's the deal with a close and loving friendship; you get the chance to tell someone that you think they're full of shit but that you still love them. And then they get the chance to either take that advice or not. She's been there for me lately when I was down, as well. She's the gal who fell through on taking me to Oklahoma for that sewing machine run but it worked out alright. Friends like that, no matter of how long a duration are not friends to toss away lightly.

So I was pretty whopped Friday night but had to get up on Saturday morning anyway. I had to get up to go to some fucking thing but damned if I can remember what it was I had to get up and go to at 10am. Literally wracking my brains and damned if I can remember. Huh, oh well; certainly made an impression on me, whatever it was.

Saturday afternoon I worked on Edina's costume and didn't get enough done. I almost decided not to go but decided at the last minute to make up a quick "what do I have on hand" recipe as I won't go to a pot luck party empty-handed. So I grabbed a jar of yoghurt dressing and a head of broccoli at the store. Then at home, I cut up the dozen or so cherry tomatoes I had, finely chopped about 5 of the broccoli florets, combined with an equal amount of the ricotta cheese and stirred in a cup or so of the dressing. Tasted it and then added a shake of poppy seeds, a dash of vinegar and a shake of Penzey's creamy peppercorn dressing mix.

Then I made sure I was feeling good enough to the birthday party decided to go, and glad I did. Quite a large crowd of choir gals and other friends of the birthday gals. And AMAZING food! I didn't allow myself to get bogged down by pondering who was glad to see me and who wasn't. I did notice that Judy's partner, Judy, wouldn't even look at me much less greet me but since I had pre-determined that I wasn't going to let one person or my insecurities weigh me down, . I didn't let that confirmation of her being upset with me slow me down. I flitted from group to group, conversation to conversation, ate my plate, assumed that I was welcome in every circle of discussion and shared a wonderful, laugh-filled conversation with Tara's partner who is not only a professor but also an expert sewer and museum-rated historical garment curator. We traded sewing disaster stories and horrid client stories, to the amusement of several standing around. Soon as I started feeling a tiny bit anxious about my work pile-up or like I wasn't really fitting it, I said general good-byes to friendly gals and took myself away. I came home and worked on the costume some more and made blueberry/lemon/almond bread for church the next day.

Yesterday, I got up and made the bundt cake but realized I'd screwed up and opened a white cake mix. Crap. So I used three whole eggs rather than just the whites, dumped in the rest of the box of Hershey's chocolate, added a couple teaspoons of mint extract, mixed it all together and then folded in mint chips and the remaining special dark chips and put it into the bundt pan. I thought, "well, if it totally sucks, my entire reputation doesn't rest on this." So I packed it all up and drove to the church which is sort of a mess since they're starting remodeling on the 2nd floor. But it's still lovely there and they so appreciate everything we do. The rehearsal went well and then the service and Heidi's sermon containing stories about Billy Mills, Olympic gold-medalist runner, was really thought provoking.

We went down to prepare the Coffee hour goodies before the last hymn and as usual, Gabi annoyed me by her preoccupation with food and her general cluelessness. I TOTALLY get that this is MY problem and that I'm letting her get to me and that she doesn't intend it; she is just the sort of shallow, self-obsessed, insecure, un-empowered woman that I generally want to slap but I can't because it's truly not her fault at this point. She'll either get it and become a real and vital woman or she'll remain a scared little virginal spinster and turn into her mother plus cats. It makes me nuts. But for her to say, "Oh, there's probably not enough cheese" as she's slicing it and arranging in on a plate, all the while she's eating slice after slice of it, just made me nuts. I finally said, "well, if there's not enough, don't you think you should stop eating it?" and she just said, "but it's so GOOD!" So I sighed and kept slicing the cakes.

It turned out that, rather than being a disaster, both cakes were a hit. I described the not-quite-chocolate cake as "blonde chocolate" and told the process, but not that it was caused by a mistake on my part. Everyone thought it was clever and they really loved it. I did share that the blueberry/lemon/almond bread was my own recipe but didn't have the recipe with me. I do feel some pressure there since the owners of Function Junction go to church there and somehow, impressing them with my cooking and baking seems important to me. And yes, we ran out of cheese quickly. I am trying to suspend judgment and appreciate Gabi for her truly sterling qualities but it's hard. I may have to talk some more to Tony about this because he totally gets it and will help me to find good ways for me to deal with it. That's such a nice friendship 'cause we can each call each other on our shit, ask each other for advice and be silly and enjoy each other's company. I loves me a Tony, who is my gay boyfriend. That makes him chuckle.

Then in the evening I went to KWC rehearsal CD practice. I'm really enjoying working with Lamar; this is a side of him we hadn't yet seen; the light-hearted, talented musician who is empowered to make arrangement decisions and direct us, without any fear of stepping on the toes. Ida made a comment something like, "See how relaxed and easy-going this is?" for which I wanted to slug her. I'm still a bit touchy over Michael's quitting and having her suck up by making a comment like that was insensitive at the very least. Nobody has been comfortable about the obvious elephant in the room but Lamar has taken the high road and shown his professionalism by picking things up and moving on without a beat or a single comment. That was really a tacky thing of Ida to day and to everyone else's credit, we all let it just drop. She really think the world does revolve around her opinions and she really didn't like it that Michael didn't treat her specially as Joe did. She's intimidated by Lamar so she respects him. I'm so glad.

Gabi wasn't at the rehearsal; no clue why. She did say while we were working on clean-up at the church that morning that she was worried about and afraid of Lamar; I kept my mouth shut. The time Lamar jumped down her throat last Fall in rehearsal CD time was when she, and only she, kept dragging and Michael kept reprimanding the whole Soprano section when we ALL knew it was HER. So next time when it was Lamar running rehearsal, he simply said, "Gabi, you're the one dragging; you must keep the proper rhythm and not drag. You're pulling down the entire song" and she found that abusive. I think the rest of us about cheered because it had been making us ALL NUTS. So no wonder she's afraid of Lamar; he won't let her get away lingering on each note because she's enjoying the sound of her own voice. I know she's sensitive enough to realize that she annoys other people but not conscious enough to want to figure out why and to change it. I guess that's part of what drives me so nuts about her.

I must rehearse music today before Elijah rehearsal tonight. I'm in the double quartet and since the other Alto doesn't seem to get the right notes, I MUST be secure on mine so I can hold my own.

One last frustration: I have been wondering why my rent check hasn't cleared my account. I have known that my landlady was selling her house and had bought a condo or something but didn't know the status of her move. I have already established that I don't like calling her because she is so nosy and intrusive and controlling so I hoped that a note would suffice. So last month I included a note with my check asking for her forwarding address when it was appropriate and heard nothing back. This month, I included another note asking for a forwarding address. SO. This morning I get a phone call. From my Landlady. Asking where my check is. So I said, "Well Linda, I mailed it out the 4th. You haven't received it yet?" She said, "no, I haven't" and then said, "Ooooohhh, I haven't given you an updated address?" No, she hasn't. And apparently she has already sold her other house and the new people are living in it in the last month. And apparently she didn't put in a change of address at the post office 'cause she said that the gal living there had called her and told her she had some mail AND HAD DONE A CHANGE OF ADDRESS FOR HER and *I* am the one who is irresponsible and out of touch with reality? Huh. And no, I still do not have her updated address.

And still have not heard from Chip to know if we're going out for my birthday tomorrow. I'm going to send him a chatty, "hey, it's my birthday tomorrow and I feel like steak, wanna help me celebrate?"

Anyway...this is me using my journal as just that; writing stuff out blowing off steam, using this as a place to get stuff out of my head.

*whew*

Nov. 25th, 2012 12:09 pm
rowangolightly: (Default)
Some better this morning; I just checked the bank accounts and the one PayPal amount made it into my business account this morning. PLUS the two over-drafts that were in "pending" did NOT go through as overdrafts because I covered them both times by shifting around what little I had in the two accounts to cover them. SO relieved!

I got paid for the Trebs blouse at yesterday's rehearsal so that'll go into the bank tomorrow first thing. Then a dear friend hired me long distance to make a veil for her and got the payment sent by PayPal which transfer will show up in the account in another day or two.

With a whole lot of hard work this week, I should be able to pay rent. That will still leave an overage in both water and gas that I have to come up with right away but at least I can now put a bit of gas in the car and buy tuna for the cats. I've been feeding them chicken because that's what I have in the freezer.

It amazes me how shameful it is, in this country, and at this time of year, to be poor. It's really depressing too, seeing people spend SO much money on trivial stuff when others are struggling just to keep fed and housed and have heat and water and electricity. There's such a huge imbalance in this country and while I don't have any answers, I certainly see the inequity. I also see how easy it would be to get angry and to be jealous and for that to turn into a canker and get really poisonous. Fortunately, that's not my nature. On my better days, it's my nature to count my blessings. This is turning out to be one of those days, because due to wonderful friends and a lot of hard work, my recent desperation is looking to be done for now.

Here's a blessing: http://www.craftsy.com/classes?ext=thanksgiving2012
A very nifty site of teaching crafts so that the teachers get paid and people get to learn stuff. This is a form of education I really like. It's something I'd love to take part in, if I can figure out how. It's another one of those things that takes money and time that I just don't have right now because of scrambling so hard just to survive.

One last thing; this damned respiratory stuff is still hanging on. This has now been since before HALLOWEEN! The time I took off to try to get over it is now biting me in the arse 'cause I still feel ill but now HAVE to work and no time to go to a free clinic to get examined. I'm doing the cider and I think that's helping it not get worse but it's not kicking it. Some how mid-last week, the gunk re-attached itself to my nasal passages and throat. I'm SO ready to be done with this. I may try Elderberry since someone at TM rehearsal recommended it. And I need to get some Echinacea and Golden Seal but until this PayPal cleared, I couldn't even afford that.

Still, lots to feel thankful for. I have a wonderful relationship, if a bit strained right now to our mutual stress. I have two sweet kitties, both of whom slept with me last night; a small thing but something that adds lots of bliss to my nights. I had enough food for breakfast this morning and now, enough cash to get a few more groceries. Really, if I start with breakfast, I'm good for just one other meal in the day which is how things usually work for me. I have LOTS of work and now will just pray for lots of energy to get stuff completed QUICKLY.

And as always, I'm immensely grateful for my friends.

Wow!

May. 12th, 2009 01:53 pm
rowangolightly: (Default)
Well, at least I got SOME weeding done in between thunderstorms.

The gulleys between my rows had nearly filled up. I raked them so that the drainage will continue. Strawberry plants are doing great; asparagus is doing better than I'd hoped but the peas I started inside aren't doing too well. I haven't checked the ones I planted along the fence because I didn't make it over that far.

The goal this week is to re-clear the part that had been hand tilled and plant several rows of corn and some green beans. I'm still hoping today to get the potatoes in that I started inside. Then I'll pile more dirt on them as they grow up. I need to find something other than tires to contain them in; my garden isn't big enough to put a bunch of tires. Any suggestions?

Funny, I don't mind getting rained on when I'm working in the yard, just when I'm costumed or made up. I'm a cat; I don't like getting wet unless it's my idea! But I did come inside when the thunder and lightning started up, especially as I was holding a metal gardening tool.

Huh, now it's stopped again. But I'm hungry, time for lunch.

FYI

Jan. 9th, 2009 11:41 am
rowangolightly: (Fabriholic)
Hancock's is having a fleece and pattern sale. All fleece is 50% off through Jan 10th.

Also, Butterick patterns are $1.99, limit of 10. (That's better than the $4.99 internet sale that Butterick's offering on their web-site for yesterday and today.) Vogue patterns are $3.99, limit of 10.

Head's up to those folk with weddings and stuff...

Done....

Nov. 4th, 2008 01:47 pm
rowangolightly: (LibertySitting)
Yep, I voted. I was number 503 in our little precinct in this little hick town in which we live. That's a lot to have already voted at 10:30am. The parking lot of Emmanuel Southern Baptist (and lightning didn't even strike when I walked into the building!) was packed and I waited in a short line; the first time ever for me there.

I saw quite a few young people, four native people and one black family in line and felt like cheering. Usually it's just middle-aged white people that I've seen there voting.

It gave me hope even for this red (necked) state in which I live. It made me both hopeful and proud that so many are getting out and caring.

I'm wearing my "I voted" sticker proudly.

Now I'm gonna go finish this chair and then make the two stage signs for Faire this weekend.
rowangolightly: (Grania!)
...nabbed from [livejournal.com profile] oldwolf

Not sure I agree with it but it's a cool meme.

Your result for What's your key signature?...

E-Flat Major

Three flats, honky cat.

Congratulations, you’re E-flat Major, a key to swing in. This key is THE key if you play jazz saxophone, making it a very popular key among jazzophiles. You know those stupid radio commercials you hear for “smoooooth jazz radio; KKUZ” or whatever? There’s a damn good chance that the music behind that commercial is in E-flat. Pianos and woodwinds are pretty fine with this key as well, guitars and basses being a bit left out. Who needs rock when you’re swingin’, though?


You are one loose hip dude, my friend. You take life as it comes, and you can take a beating with a smile and move along. Life is just one swinging song after another, and most of us would kill to have the suave attitude you do. But between you and us, carpe diem isn’t really THAT bad of an idea.


SONG EXAMPLE: Spiral by John Coltrane


INTERESTING TIDBIT:


* Actually, I could’ve named almost all the songs from Coltrane’s great Giant Steps album, a good half the songs are either in E-flat or its parallel minor, C Minor.

Take What's your key signature? at HelloQuizzy



On that note (haha, I'm so funny) I'm damned tired from sanding the chair today. Ye gods, that is work. And Bruce works from home tomorrow which means sleeping in a bit. Yay.

Sheesh....

Oct. 20th, 2008 05:33 pm
rowangolightly: (pissed off bluebird)
I know that [livejournal.com profile] juliegocrazy will sympathize with me on this.

How many different ways can I hurt myself while taking the upholstery off a chair?

So far:
1) missing the nailhead that I'm prying out and gouging my wrist with the screwdriver (yes I'm treating it)
2) poking myself with a brad-head while trying to take it out of the fabric (no it didn't go through the skin)
3) activating my allergies by breathing the crummy (literally, as in falling to pieces) foam underneath the ratty upholstery (yes I've taken a Claritin and YES, I am working outside.

Seriously, whoever appolstered this chair to begin with had a nail fixation. There are freakin' decorative nails literally side-by-side on this thing and then brads under that to hold the upholstery on while they hammered in all those fucking decorative nailheads. SO not the way to do it! And they GLUED the foam down to the chair foundation.

*shakes head* This is why I decided not to actually reupholstery on as a business; I get so annoyed at the poor, shoddy workmanship many people have used on furniture. Sure, this isn't an antique nor a valuable piece, but pride of craftsmanship should carry through to whatever one does. Or am I that old-fashioned? Don't answer that; I already know the answer.

Final note: Ow!

But this will be so freakin' cool when I get it done. Whenever that is...
rowangolightly: ("God Save the Queen")
*ahem*


SQUEEEEEEE!

I just signed the biggest contract of my entire life (excluding the purchase of a house, you understand) with the Sac-Fox Casino in Shawnee, OK to produce the first official event of "Faire a la Carte" which will be a Renaissance Festival on November 8 & 9, 2008.

Details to follow after I dutifully notify the board members and the performers. But I know that some of you were waiting on pins and needles for this news.

First order of business is to send out contracts (ok, FIRST is to assemble a few missing email addresses to which to send the contract) and then the second will be to hire an attorney to make this new business official. We already have the PO box and tomorrow I'll go open a bank account.

To say that I'm excited would be a vast understatement. I went into a room with the General Manager, the Director of Operations and their Marketing Director and kicked butt. After a bit of discussion, clarification and Q & A, the GM read completely through and signed the contract, a copy of which I have in my little pink hand.

Now I'm off to make broccoli beef...
rowangolightly: (Costuming)
I've gotten into a bit of a bind. I loaned out my O grommet setter and we keep missing on getting it returned. I emailed her when I got back from CA but I guess she's already up in KC for the Irish Fest. I've gone to the local leather shop THREE times over the last two or three months, including yesterday and they keep saying, "oops, it hasn't come in!" I told them that they were KILLING me and he thought I was joking. I told him he was losing LOTS of business by not stocking what local costumers need on a regular basis. I guess I'm too nice.

Well, now I need to grommet Becky's new surcoat and I'm in deep doo because I don't have a single-O grommet setter; I have a OO setter but not the O size. I want/need to order the big-ol'-heavy duty kind that bolts to the table (once I figure out exactly which one I want) but obviously, that won't help me now.

I need this kind but in the O size:

Today...

Jul. 31st, 2008 10:31 am
rowangolightly: (Default)
...while the blossoms still cling to the vine."

Oh sorry, that's sort of an automatic thing in my head when I say that word. LOVE that song.

Where was I? Oh yeah.

A quick note on FaceBook; I'm not adding any applications (they make me nervous 'cause they insist on accessing ALL my information...sorry no. And I'm also not playing any of the games. I really ONLY am there to keep in touch and help promote either the band or any of the business in which I'm involved. Really, really busy and trying to use my time wisely.

The exercise barre arrived and is installed. Callanetics start today! YAY!

Diet is going well; five pounds lost. YAY! (Yes, I know the first five pounds are the easiest but at this point, it's very encouraging) I miss bread the most but heck, I can do anything for eleven days.

Rowan out...to work!
rowangolightly: (QEatClosing)
Now that most of the excitement is over and the news has broken, I can publicly announce that I'm now the Entertainment Director for Joplin Renaissance Faire. It's been an exciting couple of days, to say the least. I didn't ask for it but you do what you have to do somethings, in order to reach the goals you want to reach.

The out-pouring of support from my beloved partner, from friends and folk offering to help has been nothing short amazing. Within the space of one day, I have the Academy classes lined out and my choice of teachers lining up beautifully.

Yes, it means an exceedingly busy Spring, what with finally starting my web-based sewing business. It truly means that I won't be able to keep up with my flist on a regular basis; if there's something earth-shattering, email me. That's the price of being busy.

Cheers!

Either...

Jan. 2nd, 2008 09:13 am
rowangolightly: (Pensive Bride)
...my body has its own ideas for starting the new year eating healthily or I'm coming down with something.

For someone with a cast-iron stomach this is most unusual. I'm feeling nauseous but have no other symptoms whatsoever. The only time I throw up anymore is if I eat seafood; I HATE throwing up and always have, will do almost anything to keep from it. I haven't yet and I have SO much to do but I have this nasty little worm wriggling around inside my tummy going, "nope, you can't work...may attention to meeeeeeeeeeeee!" I went back to bed after getting Bruce's coffee this morning, with a doubled plastic bag nearby, just in case.

Hrrrm. I must go to Hancock's today because I need thread, no really, I'm OUT of black thread which is bad when you're working on two black projects. I need more webbing/belting to complete more whistle bags so we can get stuff photographed for the web-site. It must be Hancock's because I have a gift certificate there. Wal-Mart thread won't do because I don't/can't use cheap thread. Yes, anything but Metrosene or Guterman's is cheap thread; makes my Bernina nauseous.

Will my tummy hold or not? Who knows. I've eaten some rice so it's not empty but I don't feel like eating at all.

And no, pregnancy is not even a remote possibility.

Hory Clap!

Oct. 19th, 2007 11:48 am
rowangolightly: (Rowan FacePalm)
It's FRIDAY? How'd it get to be Friday! *facepalm* Think I missed the trash pickup. Not good.

I have too much to do this week for it to be Friday!

*sigh* Guess I'll just skip ahead to the grocery shopping for the weekend (why is is that anytime I start to type a word starting with "we" it wants to come out as 'wedding'?) and then on to the baking I wanna do.

Need to spend some time in the garden, too, while it's so gorgeous and sunny. PERFECT autumn day; crystal clear, crisp with stunning amethyst blue skye.

And my poor baby threw his back out so he's walking around crooked. Hope it gets better soon. But at least it seems to happen less frequently than it used to.

Zoom....I'm off to DO stuff!

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