Last year I posted my non-resolution goals. I use the word non-resolution because New Year’s Resolutions have a negative connotation to me…things that cause me stress and then later disappointment. Goals are things to strive for. If you achieve them-GREAT, if not, oh well, try again next year. Even a slight amount of progress towards a goal is a win. Slight progress on a resolution feels like a loss to me. Yes, yes, semantics….tomato-tomahto.
Anyway one goal was to reduce the stuff in my house because the amount is overwhelming. I have been pretty good about ditching old clothes that don’t fit or I don’t like any more. In terms of my blog topics, I have reduced my UFO pile. My Olive dress is the best example of that!
I had hoped to start/finish the corset and pink and blue dress but that is a no. But I did at least decide on what the purple fabric Lottie picked up for me in the States would be.
In terms of my knitting hoard, I have managed to finish a few projects and I did unravel one that I have no desire to finish. The unraveling started in the past few weeks. Two things happened. My last born moved out so now I have a holding ground (his old room) for things that I have gone through and want to keep but need to store until I clean out their new storage place. The second thing is my hours at work got cut in half. I have been starting to reduce stuff during this new spare time. (It doesn’t take effect until January but I have to use up some vacation time first.)
So not a blazing success but progress and that is a win.
Now as I look around at some of my Christmas crap that I have put up, I realize there are some that I just don’t love any more and I think they are hitting a box for donation…perhaps today.
I’ve been neglecting this space and I am sorry. Life is just…well life. This past week for example has been overwhelming to say the least!
A week ago Friday, I tripped and hurt my knee which made me struggle with walking for about 3 days.
Then last Monday, my first born and his wife left the country to travel for 7 months. When that 7 months is done, they will decide which country they will live in. That same day, my youngest son took over my oldest son’s apartment. He moved out and I have an empty nest.
Last Tuesday, I found out the reason why my mother did not come to the airport to see her oldest grandchild off…she was in Emergency with a racing heart. Sigh.
Last Wednesday, it was confirmed (what I feared) that come January my work position will be cut in half because of budget cuts. Work saves money and I loose money. Suddenly, I will have way more time so may be this will mean I will finish projects I’ve abandoned and start projects I’ve been dreaming of.
I’m trying to focus on silver linings. The oldest boy perhaps moving to another country will expand my opportunities to travel. The youngest boy moving out means I have succeeded as a parent and launched two functioning adults. My knee healed after only 3 days. The hospital was able to settle my mom’s heart and she is now being followed by a cardiologist. And soon I will have time to finish projects, prep my house for downsizing, take care of my own health, and look at other types of work that I have been wondering about.
Anyway, thanks for hanging out and waiting for me to get back to work on this blog!
I had a great day at work today. I had a major success with one of my seniors and that always makes me feel like a rock star!
I’m feeling so good that I don’t mind that I had to cancel tomorrow’s outing with Victorian at Heart. It is all good.
How about some more good news…Dalnavert has contacted me about an orientation to volunteer at the house in a more regular fashion so I’m super stoked about that. Dang job will keep me from volunteering often but I’m okay with that today (reference: the first paragraph of this post).
In other good news, the Costume museum is going to have a button and trunk sale to rid themselves of some unused space killers. Guess who is going shopping! Let me start drooling over those buttons! I love the trunks too but I’m not sure where I’d put one of those.
And one final good news story: when I was a young mom, I sold the old treadle sewing machine my grandmother taught me to sew on when I was just a kid. I regretted that move from the moment I watched pull out of my drive way. I’ve been watching for one just like it. Well, one of the volunteer’s at the Costume Museum brought in one of her own to add to the display that was up last May. It is so exactly like the one I sold that I am wondering if it IS the one I sold. I can’t wait to speak to this lady and find out it’s back story!
What a silly question. I blame it on the T3’s.
I had big plans to start sewing up my new costume but I’m having issues with some tendonitis in my shoulder and I’m in pain. Big pain. I’m coping with T3’s, a sling and working with the arm reach of a T Rex. Never a good combo for successful sewing.
How about a cabinet card instead of sewing progress?
She looks to be a teenager. She has some rings and a bar pin so not poor. Her hair style looks to be 1880’s. She has a pretty face in my opinion. I hope she had a long happy life!
I have to say that I have yet to meet a costumer that I can’t get along with. Most are open and friendly and very excited to hear what you are up to and to share what they are creating. When I went to Costume College ALONE I found I wasn’t alone unless I wanted to be. I just had to walk in a room and half the time I was approached within a few short minutes. The rest of the time I approached others and they were instantly open to talk with me. I know that many long distance friendships have started this way.
So with this in mind, when one of my readers let me know she would be in my city for a few short days and asked if we could meet, I instantly agreed. When I told my son I was essentially meeting a stranger I met on-line he looked at me in horror and concern and firmly warned me that this was not a safe practice. Hahaha! (When did that happen? When did we switch roles!)
Anyway, I met LJ and her husband at their hotel and we instantly hit it off. No awkward silences! We launched into discussions of fabric choices, pattern preferences, options we each had for wearing our costumes, costume philosophy…and it was great. Her hubby was a patient fellow. He endured the buzzy conversations of two costume geeks for an hour and a half while likely silently wishing he had brought his TV from his hotel room down!
Thanks LJ for a wonderful morning and I hope you got to see Dalnavert!
If you get here again, I hope it is during a time that you have more free time. You could bring a costume and we could make it an event!
Saturday was a good day. I went out for lunch with my mom. I got some new paints and some old rocks for my new hobby. I took puppy out for a walk and today was the first time she was able to complete our usual route without looking tired (we’ve been working on her new life style as a diabetic). While walking I found my first painted rock! Isn’t it a beauty!
Then I made a rock that I plan on placing during my costume outing today (stay tuned for photos-baring a cancellation due to rain). We are going to the old fort so I did one of the fort. That’s “me” in the blue!
This is not a Victorian activity. Many apologies. But, meh, I got nothin’ else so lets go for it.
Apparently, this has been a “thing” in other places for some time and now someone has started it here in Winnipeg. Winnipeg Rocks.
Basically, you find a rock or two you like. Paint it. (No doodads like gems or stickers because they fall off). Put a reference to the Facebook Page “Winnipeg Rocks” on the back of the rock and then you seal it. Find a public place to hide them (not in the grass…they mess up lawn mowers) and watch and see if anyone finds your rock and posts it on the page. Some people put notices on the page of where they hid their rocks so folks have a fighting chance of finding them…especially helpful for folks who are dragging kids out to hunt for rocks.
I’m not sure I will go hunting…that sounds like too much work. I do hope I will randomly stumble on one though. Some of them are pure works of art!
I painted up 3. Lets call them the monochrome phase. (i.e. to cheap to cough up for more than 3 bottles of paint until I know if I will like this BIG TIME.) Definitely not works of art.
I settled on 3 quick jobs as a “taste test”. I enjoyed painting them (if I did not think about how boring they are). We will see if they are found and posted about. If I get a big charge out of it I may do it again. Anyone else do this in their home town?