I made a coat!
Mar. 24th, 2004 09:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windelinaLast night I finished up the little sewing project for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
433.
He stopped by for a fitting a bit after 8pm, and I finished the whole thing up about midnight.
That's the easy version.
The more intricate version has me arriving home from work a bit before six. Flipping Monte's laundry. (Cancelled the chiro appointment. I feel fine, everything's in working order, I've given them $100 in the last week, and I had other things to get done.)
Then I go into the workroom to do some more sewing. And I cannot find the power cord for my sewing machine. I look in all the places where I put such things. If it is not out on the sewing table it is either in 1. the cabinet, 2. the sewing-stuff-drawers.
It ain't there.
I call Monte at work (part-time evening job). He doesn't know.
I get very mad at Monte In Absentia - never marry someone who loses things because they start losing your things.
And, because I was single and independent and stubborn for far longer than I've been married, I think thoughts like, "I could always find things when I lived alone!" (Which isn't actually 100% accurate.)
Luckily, I have two sewing machines. But Monte had better be able to find that cord when he gets home because it's the cord for my FANCY sewing machine that does the automatic buttonholes and if I have to do manual buttonholes Monte is NOT going to enjoy the result...
Luckily for him, he finds the cord when he gets home. Sure enough, it was someplace that HE put it. In his camera bag. Now, why would I look for my sewing machine power cord in a camera bag?? (In his defense, it's just a plug-in cord that looks just like all the other media cords lying around...except that mine has a very specific head shape to fit the sewing machine.)
I had a very small conversation with him about how frustrating it is not to be able to find stuff when you KNOW it was just right there.
And it makes me think that we need a 3 bedroom or equivalent in our next abode. A bedroom, and two separate spaces for our work rooms. Then my power cords will stay in my room and safely out of his reach.
In other news:
I got up way early this morning to pack for our trip. We leave this afternoon for DisneyWorld! Long weekend, but it should be very fun. Whee! So, I'll be incommunicado until next Tuesday. Envy me!
I'm fat again. But at least I still have my former fat clothes so I am not naked.
I dropped my car off at the shop and they will play with it while I am gone. Hopefully they can figure out where the oil goes (it doesn't burn off or leak, but it loses alot of oil), and why it's so sluggish on acceleration.
I will be auditioning for recasting "Soulless Bloodsucking Lawyers". It would be terribly fun to do, if for no other reason than to be onstage with TIMMY again!
433.He stopped by for a fitting a bit after 8pm, and I finished the whole thing up about midnight.
That's the easy version.
The more intricate version has me arriving home from work a bit before six. Flipping Monte's laundry. (Cancelled the chiro appointment. I feel fine, everything's in working order, I've given them $100 in the last week, and I had other things to get done.)
Then I go into the workroom to do some more sewing. And I cannot find the power cord for my sewing machine. I look in all the places where I put such things. If it is not out on the sewing table it is either in 1. the cabinet, 2. the sewing-stuff-drawers.
It ain't there.
I call Monte at work (part-time evening job). He doesn't know.
I get very mad at Monte In Absentia - never marry someone who loses things because they start losing your things.
And, because I was single and independent and stubborn for far longer than I've been married, I think thoughts like, "I could always find things when I lived alone!" (Which isn't actually 100% accurate.)
Luckily, I have two sewing machines. But Monte had better be able to find that cord when he gets home because it's the cord for my FANCY sewing machine that does the automatic buttonholes and if I have to do manual buttonholes Monte is NOT going to enjoy the result...
Luckily for him, he finds the cord when he gets home. Sure enough, it was someplace that HE put it. In his camera bag. Now, why would I look for my sewing machine power cord in a camera bag?? (In his defense, it's just a plug-in cord that looks just like all the other media cords lying around...except that mine has a very specific head shape to fit the sewing machine.)
I had a very small conversation with him about how frustrating it is not to be able to find stuff when you KNOW it was just right there.
And it makes me think that we need a 3 bedroom or equivalent in our next abode. A bedroom, and two separate spaces for our work rooms. Then my power cords will stay in my room and safely out of his reach.
In other news:
I got up way early this morning to pack for our trip. We leave this afternoon for DisneyWorld! Long weekend, but it should be very fun. Whee! So, I'll be incommunicado until next Tuesday. Envy me!
I'm fat again. But at least I still have my former fat clothes so I am not naked.
I dropped my car off at the shop and they will play with it while I am gone. Hopefully they can figure out where the oil goes (it doesn't burn off or leak, but it loses alot of oil), and why it's so sluggish on acceleration.
I will be auditioning for recasting "Soulless Bloodsucking Lawyers". It would be terribly fun to do, if for no other reason than to be onstage with TIMMY again!
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Date: 2004-03-24 07:19 am (UTC)Oh, how very very cool...
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Date: 2004-03-24 10:48 am (UTC)Vacation: Woo! Have fun! I'll bring you your DVD (and borrow your books) when you get back.
<b>A Well-Trained Spouse</b>
Date: 2004-03-24 03:26 pm (UTC)When he put dishes away, for example, I ended up not knowing where anything was. Or, I would find some item in the strangest place. (Honey, why did you put the potato masher in the junk drawer?) He still doesn't know where some things go, but if he's really at a loss, he leaves that item in the dish drainer, because he knows that if he puts it where I can't find it, I'll have a fit.
You learn to work together, it just takes a while.
But you are occasionally going to move stuff you shouldn't and piss each other off. That never ends.
Re: A Well-Trained Spouse
Date: 2004-03-24 09:47 pm (UTC)1. Never come within 10 feet of the wok.
2. Never wash one of the wife's sweaters without a signed affidavit.
3. Never eat the last of the French chocolate unless held at gunpoint.
4. The husband is responsible for the whereabouts of the wife's glasses anytime they are not on her head.
5. The husband is required to convincingly simulate fashion sense when the wife is picking out clothes.
6. The husband is required to convincingly simulate menu planing skills when the wife is grocery shopping.
7. The spouse with the good knees fetches the cans of diet caffeine-free Mountain Dew from the kitchen for the spouse with the bad knees. Especially if she pouts cutely.
8. Big plastic dinosaurs and fuzzy stuffed animals can co-exist on the same bookcase, albeit on different shelves.
9. A man with five bookcases of antique books has no moral high-ground over a woman with a alarmingly rapid growing collection of DVDs.
10. A smile from a car window and a quick smooch is the perfect way to end a really crappy day at work.
Things wives learn:
1. Antique books are not coasters.