Working my way down the Creme de la Creme list - kind of like Chicken Soup for the Blogger's Soul. So many beautiful and thoughtful posts. I wish I had gotten started earlier in the year - as I am only to the 20th blog on the list. I did make some resolutions at the beginning of the year. I don't always, or say I won't, and then inadvertantly one or two or 15 crop up. I already have blown two resolutions and may have potentially blown a third. See what a loser I am?! Not only was I late getting the resolutions made, but less than a month into the new year and I have achieved almost total suckage at keeping them. One of the resolutions was to read through every submission to the Creme de la Creme list. I figured take them 5 at a time, daily. Once I got started, I had done pretty good, two days in a row and that third day - well, got a little sidetracked with some family drama, but made up two days' worth today. So, slow out of the gate - but hanging in there.
Resolution the second was no more sewing for other people who ask me to sew for them - for one year. This year I sew for ME, be it gifts for others, but only personal sewing and only if I want to. Part of my scarcity the last several weeks was the catalyst for this particular resolution. A wedding, originally supposed to be in May, moved to January instead. Five weeks as opposed to 6 months. Sorry, no can do dress. Can do alterations in 5 weeks. While I know that there are many, many, and possibly more important, details than how many cummerbunds and what sizes, how many bridesmaids need sashes - these little minute details are actually quite important to your seamstress. Five minutes on the phone people, five minutes to give me quantity and size. I made a pest of myself leaving phone messages, because one week, ONE WEEK, before said blessed event is scheduled to occur, I still do not know that which I must know. Dress was finally chosen one week prior. What alterations were wanted settled on 3 days prior but only after I finally issued 3 options as an ultimatum. Speak now or seriously, forever wear something else. Honestly, I don't know how they managed to decide to even get married if we could be so indecisive about something as silly as sashes! Day before the wedding I acquired one pair of pants and a maid of honor dress to alter unexpectedly. Less than 29 hours prior to starting gun being fired and I am still getting harnesses to make ready . . . No, I don't sleep, I don't eat, I don't have family obligations and I really do like sewing under the gun after have weeks of stressing about this KNOWING I would have to sew something, but not knowing exactly what or how much until the last minute. I did in 2 days what 5 weeks would have been ample time for. No, I was not paid. This was gratis. My aggravation was bought and paid for with their inconsiderateness. However, the wedding was pulled off, the bride looked beautiful - my handiwork providing lovely details. I even kind of miss those cummerbunds. I never made any before - they came out nice too. **sigh**
I broke Resolution the second by offering **cringe**, yes, I offered, to sew a baby sling for the girl at my chiropractor's office who weighs me and takes my blood pressure. She's nice, she's considerate and I was feeling weak from a pinched nerve from my last round of high stress sewing. What is that phrase about old dogs and new tricks . . . . ?
Resolution the third was kicking my Dt. Coke "habit" - or basically, no more soda. Weddings and drama done me in. I am weak, I know. However, I have managed to reduce the amount I swill. So maybe if I just modify the resolution a bit - add a codicil perhaps?
Mostly I am blah. Blah as evidenced by not posting for almost a month. Blah as in not even "cheating" at the blogging thing by simply sticking with Show and Tell once a week. Blah enough that Resolution the fourth was a bust before even getting out of the starting gate. Resolution the fourth being writing more regularly, at least twice a week. Perhaps I could count comments?
Alas, I hear life calling me and if I go one more day without shampooing my hair, my husband might divorce me.