The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge, but fools despise wisdom and discipline. -Proverbs 1:7

Wisdom is supreme; therefore get wisdom. Though it cost you all you have, get understanding.-Proverbs 4:7

Saturday, November 9, 2013

Santa's Workshop

I saw a project I must make for Jac for Christmas.  He's told old for it, but I'm making it anyway.  I'm not going to say what it is other than to say it's not exactly realistic I can get it done in time.  Still...if you know me, you know I'm not going to be talked out of anything.

I'm trying to make it with things I already have.  The project requires a large number of different colored fabrics.  I almost scrapped the whole thing (because I've given away most of my fabric which limits projects such as this), but then I remembered I have a few yards of white PRR twill.  (PRR?  My sewing friends know what I'm talking about.  For the rest of you...nevermind all of that.)  I have dye.  I think I can do this.

I have not dyed fabric in FOREVER.  I forgot what a mess it is.  I'm also out of practice with figuring out what to mix to get the right colors.  Whatever. 

Basically, this whole thing is one huge experiment.

The first batch.  I've got black and another blue in the works.  Next weekend, I'll dye batch #2.

Santa multitasks around here.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

The 3 Things:

Soo...there is this perception about me that I'm particular to the point of being a snob about it.  That I'm high maintenance.  Materialistic even.  I'm aware.  I'm cool with it.  Whatever.

At the same time, I know that is only partly true.

I'm really only high maintenance for me.  There are things I must have done and they must be done a certain way, but it's me that's going to do them.  I don't ask anyone for anything.  I'm pretty practical.  If you get in my way, that's going to be a problem.  And I've got it...the taking care of what I need part.  I can do anything, so I have determined.  If I can't?  I don't need it.  (Ahh...there's more to this story.  I'm kind of a work in progress.  I acknowledge the flaw with this logic.)

Snob?  Maybe.  I guess it depends how you define it.  If that spells out "I don't really care what you think unless I ask"...well...yeah.  Pretty much.  Do I care about you?  Most of the time.  Am I trying to change you?  Nope.  Do I care what you eat or buy or where you live or what you've got on?  Not one iota.  Half the time I don't even care what I have on.  I mostly only care about food if I'm the one cooking it.  Turns out...I'm the only one around here who cooks anything.  Therefore...

Am I opinionated?  SURELY.  In a perfect world, the rest of you would have opinions and then we could have interesting discussions.  It's really boring trying to talk to some of you when you refuse to commit/admit to an actual opinion.  BORING.

Hmm....this is a weird post.  One that's not going down any road I thought it was going to go.  I just say what it is, is what it is.

I was thinking about this (while doing my daily 5 hour stint of homework monitoring/screaming that always ends with me saying things that don't make sense while frothing at the mouth) and I decided while I do buy my clothes on the clearance rack/thrift shop and while I do make us eat on a lower budget than people on food stamps have and while I do drive an old car and while I do a thousand other things that aren't exactly mainstream in a material sense, I do have some issues in the area of product devotion in which even the idea of compromise is unsettling.

There are just three things I'd rather go without if I can't have them exactly like I want them.  I'm not planning on changing.  You all do what you want.

Are you ready?

1.  If anyone ever asks me I'm just going to say "Well...yes...I do realize it's $7.99 a bottle.  But I don't clean that often, so it lasts me a really long time."  Seriously, if you don't know about Mrs. Meyers, you don't know what you are missing.

2.  Candles.  They must be Yankee.  Not because I think they are the best out there.  I'm not really up on my candle knowledge in terms of the hierarchy of quality.  Don't care.   The thing about these is they are tied to a memory and that seals the deal.

3.  Paper.  I have no idea how this happened.  It's a fairly new requirement in my life; 3-4 years old, or so.  My journals must be Moleskine.  They must all be the same size so they will be visually perfect when I stack them all together.  Would it be truly outrageous if I admitted I sometimes don't fill one up before I move to another?  I'm moving to red tomorrow when the blue isn't even a quarter full.  Why?  Because I feel like I'm at some kind of turning point in my life and it isn't possible for me to write about the new in the same book with the old.  I'm twitchy thinking about it.

There really isn't any point to this post.  Duh.  I'm just saying that if you come to my house during a time when I'm cleaning and journaling next to burning candles and the stray thought "She's such a materialistic snob" crosses your mind, it's all good.  Because, I'm aware.  And I'm cool with it.

Sunday, November 3, 2013