Conversely, if perfume were meant to be soaked in for 3 days & nights, it would come in large bottles with a wide opening. Please take note of the difference.
Note to building managers in charge of janitorial & maintenance contracts:
Hand soap scented so strongly that people ask if I've had pina coladas for lunch is a bad idea. It does not make the bathroom smell better; it clashes with people's (hopefully modestly-applied) perfume, and just plain stinks!
Note to the makers of hand lotion:
I should not be able to smell a tropical island's worth of sickeningly sweet fruit from across the room every time my coworker lubes up.
I do not have a strong sense of smell. I am not allergic to perfumes, hairspray, etc. So, if something bothers me you KNOW it's gotta be stinky.
How bizarre...
Aug. 11th, 2007 10:56 amThat is all.
Edit: So the maintenance guy comes to get the bat. He has no gloves, no tools, no brain. I tell him he'll need some gloves - bats have rabies. He asks me for a plastic bag and closes himself into the bathroom. When I open the door to give him the bag he's got a hay-OOGE screwdriver in his hand and asks, "Jou wan me kill it?"
The level of absurdity is running very high.
Reading, just not typing...
Jul. 10th, 2007 04:21 pmWe made it back safely from Sacramento where it topped off at 118 degrees! Watermellon never tasted so good. :-) And block party fireworks are great fun, even if it's a little nerve-wracking to give sparklers to 4-6 year olds...
I picked up my machine from the shop and it runs smooth as silk. sooooo nice. We ended the weekend when I thought it might be great fun to lose the fob to my car. The car is still sitting next to the park with my wallet, house keys, and life in it. I got a new fob today so I can go retrieve my stuff and drive legally again. ugh.
Now I'm back at work, about to head home, and hopefully get some sewing done. Tomorrow I'll be back at work where strange things are afoot at the Circle K.
Cheers everyone. :-)
Another Saturday night and I ain't got nobody...
Well, not really. But it was another night and I ain't did no sewin'. Ever since I ordered the pink fabric for the new Venetian I can't think of anything else, so I'm not working on the PDSvN. Of course, I don't HAVE the pink fabric yet so I'm not working on that either. Then I sat down and dragged out Corsets & Crinolines to start on a set of Diderot stays for the future Chemise Dress, but I was too lazy to draft them out when I know I can scan them tomorrow at the office and scale them up in photoshop before fitting them. SO much faster. I am actually more attracted to other stays in the book but this would be my first 18c stays so I don't want to shoot myself in the foot. If I screw these up I'll be disgusted and never get to fixing them nor making the dress. *sigh* It can be painful to know oneself so well...
Bottom line, I SHOULD be drawing the pinking design on the PDSvN sleeves.
But I'm not.
If life wasn't so crazy right now I'd be at WASABI sewing, but that is not do-able either. Man, everything would be so much simpler if I didn't have to work...
Well... so much for that.
Apr. 9th, 2007 11:31 amCrap.
Somethin's gotta give with these headaches. I can't live like this. I used to get maybe 8 a year; now I'm getting 2 a month, sometimes 3. *sigh*
I am also resigned to not having the PDSvN done for this weekend. I will just work away at it and wear it when I can and hope it's not a hot weekend when it's ready.
Crap.
Did I mention...
Feb. 18th, 2007 10:25 pmME NO HAPPY!
And it looks like the flood was a broken pipe in a vacant unit 2 floors above us, which is why no one came for 3 hours after we reported water streaming through our ceiling. *sigh*
What the...
Feb. 18th, 2007 07:22 pmOn top of that, I kept Claire's door closed to keep it from getting stinky in there and I walked in there to EVEN MORE STINK than the rest of the place. Her radiator is spewing steam up the wall that is now hotter than hades, and the carpet is wet around it. Different problem, same stink.
Me No Happy. :-(
Obligatory costume content: Effigy Stays - only 10 eyelets left to do. New Hoops - butt pillow is jettisoned; the whole thing looks great with the new bumroll worn under it.
You know, I've been making Elizabethan clothing for over 25 years, and have been doing it fairly well for at least a few of those, but every time I deviate from my tried & true undergarments to make something new, I feel like I'm starting over again to get the damn thing right. *sigh* Ah well, it will be cool when they're done.
RIP Ford Escort from Hell!
Jan. 9th, 2007 03:47 pmFord Escort, aka Satan's Chariot
b. 1982, in Hell
d. 2007, Los Angeles
Now what?
Very disconcerting
Dec. 18th, 2006 12:48 pmWhile we were waiting in the main tea shop, a gruff middle-eastern man came in. I thought he was very rude in that he pushed past me and almost knocked Claire over while looking around. He then barked at the manager, "What is this place? What is this?"
"It's a tea shop."
"Tea shop? What is this? Tea shop?"
"We sell tea and tea items, and you can also have tea here with sandwiches and scones, pastries..."
"You Jew? Are you a Jew?"
"No sir."
"What are you? You not Jew? What are you?"
"I'm Indian, sir." He was very polite but clearly did not want to reveal anything to the very rude man.
"But what are you? Not Jew? What religion?"
"I'm a Christian, sir. Is there anything I can help you with?"
"You own this place?"
"I'm the manager."
"The owner is Jew? Is the owner a Jew?"
"I don't know, sir."
"You don't know! How can you not know if you work for a Jew? Owner is Jew. I'll bet owner is Jew." And he left muttering to himself that the owner was a Jew.
I know that anti-semitism is on the rise again around the world, but I must say I rarely see such racism of any kind in Los Angeles. It was extremely disconcerting to witness, and I also thought as I left the place that it was a very nice tea room and would probably be burned down within a week. The idea that I thought that at all makes me very sad indeed.
A Triple-A membership fee
On the second day of Christmas my owner gave to me
Two jugs of water and
A Triple-A membership fee
On the third day of Christmas my owner gave to me
Three stops on the freeway
Two jugs of water and
A Triple-A membership fee
On the fourth day of Christmas my owner gave to me
Four hours of waiting
Three stops on the freeway
Two jugs of water and
A Triple-A membership fee
On the fifth day of Christmas my owner gave to me
Five miles of towing!
Four hours of waiting
Three stops on the freeway
Two jugs of water and
A Triple-A membership fee
On the sixth day of Christmas my owner gave to me
Six feet of steam spewing
Five miles of towing!
Four hours of waiting
Three stops on the freeway
Two jugs of water and
A Triple-A membership fee
On the seventh day of Christmas my owner gave to me
A blown radiator
Six feet of steam spewing
Five miles of towing!
Four hours of waiting
Three stops on the freeway
Two jugs of water and
A Triple-A membership fee
We haven't reached the "eighth day" but my happy owner is waiting for a call from my friend, Mike the mechanic, to find out whether all her Christmas money will be spent just on a shiny, new radiator or if I get a sparkling new head gasket in my stocking, too! Thank you, Santa! It's JUST what I always wanted!!!
Love, Alyxx's little Miata
Backup plans...
Nov. 27th, 2006 10:11 amMy original plan for 4 days off in a row was to do NOTHING but be a slug. Then I really got to itchin' on the PDSvN dress which I can't do anything further on until I finish my new farthingale. Which I don't have ribbon for the channels yet. humbug.
We had a wonderfully relaxed Thanksgiving dinner. Don did most of the cookin' and it was fabulous - his stuffing is the stuffing of legend. We had a couple of stray neighbors over and
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Friday was spent kicking around and planning to sew Saturday & Sunday. But Saturday came and I was struck horribly by food poisoning. Anyone who's had it knows what it's like, anyone who hasn't doesn't want to know, so I won't elaborate other than to say Saturday was horrible and Sunday was spent sleeping. I am still rather weak and unwell but ok enough to sit at my desk and work on things that don't require too much concentration.
I am absolutely determined to find the ribbon I need today at lunch, though I don't know where because the only fabric place around Pasadena I know of is a horrible Joannes on Lake. They have nothing I can use. I need silk velvet ribbon or real milliner's grosgrain. I wonder if I can make it downtown and back in an hour? I really want to get this damned thing done so I can get back to working on the dress itself - hopefully by the WASABI meet on Wednesday.
Domestic bliss!
Nov. 13th, 2006 02:14 pmClaire has also started doing my hair for me. Witness every hair clip she owns adorning my locks. :-)
And as a special gift for my girl turning four this week, we have been shopping for a big-girl bed for my pretty, pretty princess. Don't you want one, too? :-)
There is nothing in this world so wonderful as my daughter and hubby. :-)